Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 398

As Jacob became older, his fear of loss magnified. Who wasn't afraid of losing all they had? Jacob had only a handful of people in his life. If James left him, it would undoubtedly be a big blow.

As he sank into this melancholy thought, a hand touched his shoulder. Jacob realized it was a strong hand and there was no way it belonged to Sara.

Sara gaped in surprise. It was James. He had come back!

"I went to make changes with my flight reservation. It's bustling with people out there. In that noisy surrounding, I didn't hear my phone ring," James explained, his face eerily calm.

He had dwelt on these sad thoughts for too long. Now he was calm as a millpond. He had come to terms with this parting.

"Uncle James..." Jacob's voice came as a sob. "I thought I would never see you again," he added.

The next second he embraced James. 'These are my father's arms, ' he thought to himself, welling up with emotions.

Jacob was on the verge of tears but somehow managed to suppress them. He remembered that James had told him that real men don't cry.

The two grown men remained embracing each other. Lots of people stopped to watch them.

Jacob, however, felt no embarrassment. He simply hugged James, praying he wouldn't leave him.

Just the thought of being parted from him ached his heart. His dependence on James wasn't something that had formed overnight.

He loved this man even when he was a child. In fact, he always dreamed of growing up and becoming like him. It was a dream that seemed quite hard to achieve. However, with years of hard work, Jacob had become like his beloved Uncle James.

But now, he couldn't care less about any success. If the price of his success was to lose James, then he wished he had been oblivious of the truth.

He couldn't stand being separated from James. To keep him here, Jacob was willing to pretend like nothing had happened.

But James was dead set on leaving. Because of the difference, Jacob had never been more terrified in his life.

Sara, who was silently watching everything, noticed James's eyes were glistening with tears. She was shocked. This man was the epitome of strength.

As far as she could remember, he managed to remain calm during any sort of adversity. She had thought Uncle James wasn't capable of sorrow. He was the man people went to when they wished to be strong.

This was one of the reasons why people admired him so much.

That being said, even now she admired him. He was still a strong man and such people never lacked admirers.

James, noticing he had almost left his guard down, wiped his eyes with the back of his hands.

"It's going to be alright, Jacob. You will get over it. Trust me," James said, trying to sound cheerful. Jacob, on the other hand, looked at his hands. They were wide and strong.

'These are my father's hands, ' he thought to himself, once again on the verge of tears. His sorrow was too strong that he had difficulty in breathing.

There was a sudden shift in his mood. He clenched his fists and stood straight. He was overcome by a wave of anger.

He told himself he had been silly to worship this man. He was nothing but a coward!

Looking straight into James's eyes, he expressed, "Uncle James, do you know what I am going to think if you leave?" He spoke in a cold, hard voice. He looked at James like he was an enemy.

If they hadn't been in a public place, Jacob would have screamed. However, not wanting to create a scene, he spoke in a low voice. In spite of this, there was an edge in his voice.

"Jacob, you can't expect perfection from people. We are all flawed. And yes, I admit I am a coward. I choose to leave because I am afraid that you will blame me. This is as hard for me as it is for you."

James let go of Jacob and narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he looked a lot older than his age.

Jacob sighed heavily. He understood James had made up his mind. Nothing would dissuade him from doing so.