Ex-wife, Please Come Back

When he got up and went out, he met Jacob. This time, no blame had been put on Jacob.

He had always been Michael's pride. And not only that, Jacob did his best to make his father happy. He was more than willing to give up on his dreams.

According to him, dreams were nothing. He strived to become a good son. If anything, his actual dream was to accomplish his father's dream. And Michael's only dream was for his son to run his company well.

That's why Jacob worked so hard.

When his mother passed away, Michael had called him towards him.

"Are you sad to lose your mother?" his father had asked softly. Michael himself was on the verge of tears, but he tried to bring comfort to his son.

Jacob nodded and tears began to stream down his face. He lifted his head and saw his father had begun to cry as well. This memory was deeply ingrained in his memory. After all, this was the first time he had seen his father cry.

Perhaps his father had only cried once in his life. He took Jacob's mother's death quite badly.

"I'm as sad as you are. But from now on, we have to be strong, understand?" Michael turned around and wiped his tears quietly. It looked like he didn't want Jacob to know how hurt he was. Jacob stood still, listening to his father's words.

Michael went on, "So, no matter what happens in the future, try not to cry. You have to be strong. Can you do that?" Throughout this conversation, his voice was strong and gentle. Jacob's eyes were on his father, seeing how red his father's eyes had gotten.

Jacob wiped his father's tears and said, "Dad, stop crying. After all, you said we shouldn't cry."

Back then he was a child. But as he grew up, he often replayed this conversation, slowly understanding the pain his father had been in. In spite of that, he hadn't neglected Jacob. He came to comfort his son.

father had faith in him. It was his father's firmness that made Jacob who

father would stop being by his side in the future. Jacob

Without his father, he would lose the sole support that he wanted in life. He working hard would seem to lose all

his enthusiasm to work for the company would also wane. Perhaps he

thoughts that went in the direction of giving up. He wouldn't let his father's painstaking efforts to be in vain.

up!' he thought to

but his hands were trembling. James had always lived with his father. He couldn't help but wonder what would

anything for a few seconds. Instead, he looked at the door of the ward in

decreed by fate. We can do nothing." When James spoke, his voice was eerily calm. If someone else had

was in a daze, and the pain in his heart only increased. No one could know the pain he was in right now. The loss of a loved one was much more

he could earn money easily if he lost it. But once a human life

the ward nervously as if he could somehow make his

sadness is fate, pain is fate. Grief and joy, all emotions and desires can be described as fate." After thinking for a

might, nobody could stop these emotions from coming. For a few seconds, Jacob glanced

pathetic. He was overcome by an urge to cry but he remembered his father's words. Having no choice, he held

can only do one thing. And that is, we can cherish the people who are with us." James lowered his head

the main object of his life. And from his experience, he gathered it was more painful than any physical pain. Such people couldn't even talk to others about their

their only choice was to remain silent. Jacob took a deep breath. This

be better?" Jacob looked at the two people present there expectantly.

to say. She couldn't promise him everything would be fine. After all, at the moment the future looked bleak.