Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Chapter 339 You Should Let It Go

At that very moment, Michael didn't act on impulse, and Jacob proceeded with care and thought. However, Jacob suffered some degree of harsh criticism from the public because of this.

Carlos, on the other hand, failed to understand this. He once thought, 'What kind of person could have his family members euthanized?' However, if Tasha insinuated having euthanasia here and now, he might consider it without thinking twice.

But still, what mattered to him the most was his earnest hope, that fortunately, Tasha would make it through this ordeal and be with him happily. These last few days had been the most difficult days of their life together. It was so tough that Carlos couldn't help musing that the past ten years just went by in the blink of an eye. And now, it made him feel that he was already in a moment where he was almost nearing half of his life.

Youth and happiness just disappeared without a trace. Apart from this, the patient lying in front of him now seemed to have a different face, slowly withering away against time. Helplessly, Carlos heaved a deep sigh, pausing momentarily. In this respect, words seemed to be elusive that he didn't quite know what to say.

He had just cried his heart out, and oddly he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he felt much better. It was more like he finally got something off his chest after it weighed him hard down.

However, his emotional state currently remained the same. It didn't make him feel relaxed and at ease. After crying a lot, his tears eventually stopped. He still wanted to cry, but his eyes could no longer shed a single tear. He felt empty. Although Tasha's consciousness was getting foggy, Carlos knew that she certainly didn't want to hear him crying now.

So he forcibly braced himself and started focusing his mind on how he should take good care of himself and not be sad in front of Tasha. Otherwise, she would be sad too. He had grown familiar with her better than anyone else.

When he was angry in the past, Tasha was even angrier than him. Of course, she would still feel the same this time. It was apparent that his extreme sadness all stemmed from Tasha's unfavorable health state, which didn't need to mention.

"Tasha, are you feeling better? Recover as soon as possible, honey. The doctor just told me that you are getting better. You know what? I was so glad about the news that I cried."

Without him realizing it, Carlos wiped out his tears as soon as his words left his mouth. While at the door, there stood Sara. She was holding Jacob in her arms as she watched her father. She then burst into tears.

Witnessing how her father had been comforting her mother in a soft voice, Sara had to cover her mouth with her hand and kept crying. Probably, this was the only moment when she had cried hard. No matter how sad she had been in the past, her tears hadn't flowed like running water as they were now.

Jacob tenderly held Sara in his arms. It was all he could do. He reached out his hand to wipe off her tears and comforted her in a soft voice, "Honey, don't cry. You don't look good doing that."

With her eyes filled with tears, Sara tried to come up with words, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. She just felt afflicted with unbearable sorrow. Especially now, when she heard her father was still pretending to be strong and calm despite the harsh reality, she couldn't help breaking down into tears again.

Feeling her pain, Jacob knowingly stopped uttering words to console her. Instead, he remained to hold her in his arms after it dawned on him that he couldn't give her strength at this moment. But deep within him, he knew that his presence could at least make her feel reassured that he was with her.

As the old adage said, companionship was the longest perceived confession of love, so Jacob completely captured this basic sentiment amongst all things. He understood that even if he uttered nothing, his action alone would prove that he would constantly be by her side.

But of course, Sara knew this rather acutely.

At this age and time, surprisingly, there were still a lot of people who deemed that finding a wife or a husband was just for the sake of getting married and having children. In reality, however, it was not true at all. And for a person, it was not the point of one's way of life.

The significant point was that after you got married, you finally had someone to think for you, worry for you, and feel sad for you. And by all means, the person involved would have no difficulty in doing these things for their partner.

Probably, this was the best part of a marriage. Even if it was merely an ordinary marriage filled with ordinary love, it could surely make people live in bliss. Even if the marriage was regarded as common and simple, the people who enjoyed this relationship within their happy marriage would be very pleased and contented.

This was love. It both made people happy and suffer in pain. In this life, those paths were not that necessary, but that was what everyone yearned for.

Someone even said that what people wanted the most was what he couldn't have. This was presumably the part that made love most attractive. Sara, however, had different thoughts regarding this matter.

To her, since she couldn't get the person she wanted, then it only meant one thing: she was definitely not meeting the right person for her. True love, as she perceived, would not let you chase after it obsessively, then at the same time give you a blow that would helplessly knock you down.

What made her so disheartened was that she finally saw her parents' love, but as it turned out, fate had chosen the cruelest and the most heartbreaking way to show it.

She could attest that her parents truly loved each other, but most of the time, their love was like a one- on-one play of his father, which perfectly served as an inspiration for her. But somehow, her father neglected the importance of communication in their marriage. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

And for this reason, she felt so sorry for her father. Although she loved him very much, she had never told him about it.

She felt like she didn't have to say it because it was unnecessary. Besides, they knew each other very well, so there was no need for her to say it out loud.

Unlike other people, who were eager to tell what was on their minds and how they felt, Carlos never belonged to this type. He liked to hide and tuck everything in his heart. There was no way he would explain it in detail, but he was very clear about it in his heart.

Maybe some things were only fitting to be cherished in the heart. If Tasha hadn't appeared, he would never have the chance to express himself. Fortunately, he found himself blessed to have such an opportunity.

Even if he felt miserable, it was much better than not seeing her in person once again. When Jacob sensed that Sara finally calmed down, he tenderly pressed her against him as he slowly ushered her into the ward.

Now, looking at her mother's pale face, her tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes. Her longing and expectations for her mother were no less than that of her father.

As stubborn as she was, she would not admit it and never reveal it to her mother or anyone else. No matter what kind of life she had to live, she had openly accepted it.

The pain would never go alone, at least for a certain period of time. After a brief moment of reflection, she looked at her father, seemingly in a daze, before noticing how old he had become. Unknowingly,

her gaze focused on the greying hair at his temples.

Carlos remained standing, engulfed in a great stillness as he quietly held Tasha's hand. Recently, her consciousness was foggy. And every day, she would wake up very late.

What was worst was that even if she was unconscious, sometimes she felt a terrible pain in her chest. Cancer cells were like parasites dwelling in her body, which could bring her nothing but pain.

Anyone could consider that this might be one of the difficulties she had ever encountered in her whole life.

Unbeknownst to everyone surrounding her, she could faintly sense that Carlos was beside her. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't open her eyes or mouth. She seemed to be feebly imprisoned by some force.

Although she couldn't move, she could distinctly hear what Carlos had said. She was also aware that her daughter was crying, but she could only endure it silently.

Being a grown-up, this might be something she ought to feel, Tasha thought. It was completely different from other things. Only when one was enduring pain could one understand what was behind all this.

It was totally undeniable that some people were considerably growing up all their lives. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell what she had become, but she was still growing. Tasha was such a person who didn't know who she really was and her purpose in life.

And now, she had come to deeply realize that she was still growing up, which was closely related to life.

Jacob watched this scene quietly. He was very clear about what kind of feeling Sara had now. However, he couldn't help having that gnawing feeling again as if Michael's death seemed to have

happened only yesterday for him.

He couldn't help pondering that when fate gave you something, you had to seize and embrace it wholeheartedly. And similarly, when fate wanted to take it back, you had to let go of it willingly. Without fail, that's how Jacob comforted himself, but he couldn't put them into words yet, given the current situation.

As he looked back and carefully thought of Sara, he presumed that her life was not happier than his own. Some of her pains happened to be incidentally brought by others, while some were bound by destiny. And it went without saying that Jacob didn't forget what he had done to her previously, which was what he regretted most.

Sara could have avoided all the heartaches if only he did his part to shelter her.

It was his biggest regret that kept on haunting him up to this day. After all, everyone made mistakes, and it was unavoidable. To make up for this, he promised in his heart that he would do anything to give her a bright future.

Sara eventually stopped crying and leaned her head against Jacob. "When my mother came back, I thought I would hate her, but instead of resentment, I felt inexplicably moved and excited. I haven't told her about it yet since her return. But I keep an eye on her.

My mother has suffered a lot in her life. She has been gone for so many years and left the man who loves her most. Is her life that comfortable? I feel so terrible every time I will come to think of it. Probably, leaving my father is the only thing she deeply regretted in her heart,"

she confided as she pitied her mother. Her face remained expressionless as she expressed those words. It didn't mean she was not sad, but she cared about her father that much that she didn't want him to see how brokenhearted she was. Looking at her father, she could discern how upset he was. And the main reason why he held back his tears was that he was overwhelmed with grief.