Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 257

But Sara knew that there was nothing else they could do but to accept it. Fate, sometimes, really made people suffer. In despair, Sara closed her eyes. If only she could carry the pain Jacob was feeling right now, she would.

There was no need for him to say a word; Sara already knew how hard things were for him now. It was so hard to the point where she couldn't help but hope that it was just an illusion or a nightmare.

Now, all Sara could do was wait outside the ward, and wonder if James would be able to persuade Michael. However, it might be useless for James to persuade Michael now. Because he had already thought it through several times before finally he came up with a firm decision.

Sara's mind went blank. Only when James came out of the ward did she come back to her senses. She stood up excitedly and asked about what happened, hoping that he was able to convince Michael.

She hoped that Michael had changed his mind, and decided to fight for his life. Life was cruel, wasn't it? She had suffered a lot, and now it was Jacob who was suffering.

As she spoke, she cast a glance at Jacob, and then back at James.

"How did it go, Uncle James? Has dad decided to accept treatment?" It could be told that she was eager to know what Michael's final decision was. On the contrary, Jacob remained quiet.

Clearly, his father had already made up his mind. How could a few words change his acceptance to die?

As Sara waited for James' reply, she kept looking at Jacob and then back at him. However, he just heaved a sigh and shook his head, which broke her heart. It was enough to let the two know that Michael's decision couldn't be changed at all. James didn't have to say anything more. They all knew that it was hopeless, but James had tried his best. If it was what Michael really wanted, he would respect his decision.

Anyway, if it were him, he would have made the same choice. Even if they were not related by blood, James felt that Michael's life was the beacon of his life. He was very grateful that he had such a brother.

"Jacob, he wants to see you." His avoidance to Sara's question only meant that there was no room for negotiation. It was not the first time that Sara felt helpless in her life, but she didn't think she could ever get used to it.

Just as when Jacob stood and walked to the door, the doctor came.

He was about to enter the ward, but he saw Michael used his remaining strength to raise his hand to stop him. Jacob stopped and swallowed hard. Then his tears fell down again, like a tap that had been turned on.

Through the glass window, he saw how Michael struggled to open his mouth to tell him something.

Although he said it slowly, Jacob could clearly read his lips.

"I... Am... Sorry."

When the doctor pushed the door open, Jacob turned his head to look somewhere else. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rushing in and pressing the doctor on the floor to give him a good beating. Moreover, he was afraid that he would go against his father's decision.

If he would be honest, he regretted what he had promised to his father; and he didn't know if he would ever stop regretting it. But one thing was for sure: he would never forgive himself for the decision he made today.

There was no doubt that his father was going to die because of him. Even though it didn't seem to be the case in reality, Jacob still couldn't help but think about it this way.

After all, if he hadn't signed the agreement, his father wouldn't die so soon. For this reason, Jacob didn't know whether he should be sad or blame himself.