Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Jacob felt like his father had cried so many times that his tears had practically left permanent traces on his face.

He was nervous. For some reason, his heart felt heavy. It was as if it was weighed down with a bad hunch.

His mind instinctively repulsed the possibility, and his heart was shouting "No". Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything, not even to shout his objection out loud. He seemed to have been petrified by the grim prospect. At this moment, he could only pray in his heart, hoping that life wouldn't be so cruel as to leave people no power over their death.

"I know… my health… It's been… bad... for a long time… I didn't... want to worry you... I was… I was just pretending… pretending to be alright... But now… I can't pretend any longer."

Michael's eyes were bright. Even though his life was running out, his eyes were still as firm as before. No one could stop him from doing what he'd decided to do. He'd chosen the best path for himself.

"No, dad... Believe me—you'll get better. You have to be confident and trust yourself. We'll always be with you. We'll help you get through this. You must hold on."

Jacob continued to say encouraging words, though it was unclear whether he was encouraging himself or his father. The uneasiness in his heart seemed to grow increasingly heavier with each passing second. Furthermore, he knew his father very well, and it made him even more afraid to listen to what he'd say.

"Jacob, you and Sara… The two of you must live happily together... As for the company… just do your best… I know, you… you've always been… living… living for me. Now, I hope you… can live for… yourself. I won't… blame you."

It was getting more and more difficult for Michael to speak. He didn't care how his operation ended up, but he knew he didn't have much time left. At this moment, he was just using all his willpower to resist his sleepiness. The only thing he felt now was that he was about to leave this world.

As it turned out, people could sense it when they were going to die. This gave them some time to say their final words to their family. Michael was in so much pain now, but he knew this pain wouldn't last long.

"I know. Rest assured—I'll follow your wish. I need you to go through all these with me, dad. You've got to get well as soon as possible."

Even though the prospect was grim, Jacob wasn't willing to give up all hope. He still had to cheer his father up. If he, the supporter, gave up, how could he expect the patient to continue fighting?

uncle says…" Michael suddenly broke into violent coughs which made him look even weaker than

me… No matter what decision… I made, you'll follow it." Michael was

should come finally came.

The ominous premonition in his mind made him feel like escaping but he couldn't even move. In

me to stay like this... I just want to rest… Let me… leave peacefully..." After Michael arduously conveyed his wish, he had another fit of coughs. His illness was really torturing him. Nevertheless, the most painful thing for him now was to live as a sick old

glaring. He'd rather die quietly than letting the people

that his life was ending, and nothing could change that. The first operation he had was indeed a success, and

lucky. Miracles rarely happened twice after all. A life full of

ailing father's request, but he couldn't reject it. He'd promised that whatever decision his father

fate, and they had the right to make their own choice. Besides, he knew that

complain, but it was still hard for him to come to terms with reality. After all, the hope of life had just appeared before him, but the god of death already came knocking on the door. Jacob could feel his father's time

it's cruel, but since I have little... chance to survive, I don't

long, flowing stream. It was an aged stream, profound, and natural. No one wanted to end their own life. He wasn't

He'd rather proudly face death than slowly being tortured to death by illness. He knew how difficult it was for the

shocked and told him that he needed his family's consent. Others might not

doctor knew how painful living could be for a cancer patient. This kind of pain was torture

respected his choice. Before Jacob entered the room, the doctor, who unusually had a rather abnormal expression, warned

this was the special circumstance the doctor mentioned. Jacob was about to have a

father's wishes ever since he was a child because they practically had an astonishing agreement on all the

it really that unbearable that you choose to go like this?" His voice was trembling. When he recalled this scene in