Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 367

With a sigh, James remarked, "The truth is, things are there for a reason. It's useless to feel anxious and scared. Besides, all you can do is endure it until the very end. Endure the blows. Endure everyone's expectations. Endure whatever you have to endure."

Jacob lowered his head to the ground. He was unsure if he had heard of that too many times already. Although he had already heard of this a lot of times, he still could not live a good life, could he?

"Uncle, why do I feel that living is exhausting?"

Jacob shifted the topic. Before they knew it, it had returned to that troublesome question again.

Yes, he indeed felt exhausted. His faith, which had supported him for a long time, seemed to be on the brink of collapse, and it was only a matter of time before that happened.

"Well, isn't this the life we love?" James narrowed his eyes and answered. With Jacob's ability, he should have already known the answer to that.

Although James' response was only to help Jacob be reassured, he was willing to say it out. After all, Jacob was the last and the only family he had in the world.

"Uncle, what will you do if the person you love the most betrays you?" Jacob asked with bloodshot eyes.

His voice was low and calm when he spoke, but it made James extremely astonished.

"What do you mean, Jacob?" James asked with his lips trembling. He seemed to be a little afraid of something.

With an inexplicable expression on his face, Jacob looked at James and answered, "It's nothing, Uncle. Just forget what I said just now."

Jacob stood up and went upstairs. At that moment, he felt disappointed in his uncle. Until now, James was still hiding it from him.

Well, if James remained silent, they would be the same as before. However, once he said it out loud, they would not be able to go back to the way it was. If that happened, Jacob would be inevitably sad.

The bottom line was not saying it. Even if the truth was unbearable, they had no choice but to go through with it.

Jacob remained prostrated on the ground with reverence, looking for his holy path.

When Jacob was gone, James' eyelids could not stop twitching. He knew that Jacob had already known it. After all, his nephew was no longer a child, and it could be seen from the way he handled things.

James was at a loss. There were some things that he had already buried in his memory that he dug open now.

If Jacob figured out what he really was in the family, he would know that there was no need for him to stay. How James wished he could keep the secret longer!

He had kept the secret for a long time that he, himself, almost believed that everything in front of him was real.

James gazed at the table full of dishes that had been left untouched. All of a sudden, he burst into tears. Little did he know, Jacob was looking at him from a distance. He had not really left. He was gazing from upstairs with his heart pounding in his chest. It turned out that everything was true.

Jacob's mind was in a mess as he stared at James in silence.

It was so strange of him to feel this way. To be honest, he had never felt this before. Not only that, but this strange feeling was enveloped by a sense of familiarity. For some reason, Jacob felt that a big hand was tightly clutching his heart.

Things had been hidden for as long as Jacob could remember. Even so, no secrets could be forever buried. However, it did not mean that he would be able to accept it when the time came.

Not long after, Jacob went back to his bedroom. He did not sleep. Instead, he lay wide-awake on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He was intelligent, wasn't he? Why could he not figure it out if he got the inheritance from his mother or father?

He did not answer himself. These past few days, he had felt an intense longing for Sara. But now, he could not feel anything.

Jacob had no idea how long it would take until this strange feeling finally became familiar. Ironically, it only took a moment for a familiar feeling to be strange.

Jacob had traversed his own path alone for a long time. As he walked along the way, his path, which had always been barren and desolate, grew weeds. Sometimes, he would meet a person who turned out to be gentle and kind. Then, that person would share his stories along the way.