Ex-wife, Please Come Back
Chapter 107 Unpredictable

Jacob knew how heartless he was now, which meant how affectionate he had been. No one would be willing to constantly give, even if they had a purpose. This was human nature.

Alice still texted him every day, indicating that they should make up. But the broken mirror couldn't take back, and spilled water cannot be gathered up. No, Jacob didn't want to make up with her at all.

In the past, Jacob cared about Sara, but he always felt guilty to Alice. He blamed all this on Sara, but later he found that it was unfair to Sara. It was his psychological problem, but he had to impose it on Sara. So now, he would never be softhearted.

As for the exposure of the divorce news, he hadn't decided yet. Maybe he would be scold, or be disappointed, or even be glad. But what was the point if Sara didn't forgive him?

It was said that if a woman's heart was broken, she would never come back. In fact, Jacob was more worried about Sara's choice.

He never showed his love for her, but hurt her again and again. If it were him, he might not forgive himself.

After Noah finished the discharge formalities, Jacob stood up from the bed. His legs still hurt. It seemed that the wheelchair beside him must be used. He couldn't let anyone else see him like this, or there would be another disturbance.

Jacob wore the hat and sunglasses he had prepared in advance. He looked very mysterious and conspicuous, but he had no choice. He didn't know who was waiting for him outside.

After helping Jacob sit on the wheelchair, Noah joked, "If people don't know your real condition, people would think you are old."

Jacob took a deep breath and didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I can finally go out to breathe some fresh air. I've been waiting for this for too long."

Noah shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. If he had been lying in the hospital for so long, he would have been sick.

So Jacob should be more composed. He wouldn't complain casually, but he was calm and didn't care about details in doing big things. As for these, Noah always sighed that he was inferior to him.

But Jacob didn't think so. Sometimes he envied Noah's freedom. He felt that he was restricted too much, but he couldn't break free.

Everyone's life is a cocoon. The difference is that what fetters us is not the visible cicada pupae, but the ones that can't be seen or touched but affect us.

Noah slowly pushed Jacob out of the door. Jacob only felt that the sky outside was terrible, but it was much better than the deathly white in the ward. The white was so depressing that it almost drove him crazy In fact, the reason why so many mental patients couldn't recover should have something to do with the color of the hospital. It was either white or gray, which would make people think that their life had lost color and make a wrong judgment.

Jacob had seen a mental patient before. Until now, he still couldn't understand why the mental patient smashed the glass madly.

Perhaps some people went crazy because of some specific object. Thinking of this, Jacob came back to his senses and finally got rid of this depressing hospital. He could finally recover and do what he wanted to do. However, there were countless obstacles in front of him that he had to overcome. The road ahead was still very dangerous and worried.

Sometimes what stops us is not the dangerous road ahead, but our hearts. People were afraid of hesitation and loneliness, which made us vulnerable.

It was said that a playboy would never change his fortune, but when he did, there might not be anyone waiting for him. Jacob was sitting in a wheelchair. Looking at Jacob's strange and sad back, Noah didn't say a word.

For some cases, if they talked too much, it would be meaningless. Even though he couldn't feel much pain in his shoulders and legs, Jacob still remembered how painful he was when he woke up. That was why he didn't want to forgive Sara. There were always some scars that he couldn't forget how painful he had been.

We have gone so far that we have forgotten why we set off.

Outside the hospital, even at night, Jacob still felt a sense of freshness. He was like a child who had made a mistake and was finally released from the small dark room.

After helping Jacob get into the car, Noah put the wheelchair in the trunk.

He got on the car and started the engine. The car whizzed.

Without looking back, Noah looked straight ahead. There was obvious concern in his tone. "When will you go to the funeral tomorrow? Don't you really worry about it? Do you need me to take two bodyguards to protect you?"

"No need. Even if there is any accident, don't worry. I owe him, and I should pay him back." Jacob's tone was as calm as a lake without any waves.

"No, Jacob. I know you have a guilty conscience, but it's not all your fault. You don't want this happen. I know." Noah was afraid that Jacob might have some problems. He couldn't leave him alone.

"I have made up my mind. It's okay. I can take it." It seemed that Jacob didn't want to talk about it anymore. He whispered in a low voice.

"Well, I won't force you." Noah sighed. He would combine hard tactics with soft. Even if Jacob didn't agree, he had to take bodyguards with him. After all, it was hard to predict what would happen. Jacob squinted his eyes as if he was a little tired. "Does Sara know you will attend the funeral tomorrow?"

Noah's hand stiffened for a moment, "I've told her about it."

Jacob knew the later part, but he said nothing. Sara was like a duckweed on Jacob. He couldn't catch her or see her clearly.

"Forget it. It's my own business. I'll handle it myself." Jacob turned his head to look out of the window. It turned out that he missed everything he had before so much because he had lost it.

He had been in a hurry through this world of colorful flowers, but he had never stopped to appreciate its beauty for half a minute. He had always been chasing after something that could not be seen or empty, as if that was what he was thinking in his heart.

Until now, he realized that he was wrong, totally wrong.

"How about stopping on the bridge later? I want to see the night view of the city." Jacob said in a low voice. He felt inexplicably relieved when he was with Noah.

Since he was hospitalized, he found himself more sentimental. In the past, he always felt that he was not afraid of anything, but now he realized that there was nothing that could make him strong enough to be fearless.

Noah nodded without saying anything. It was like when fate was rotating, even though everyone knew that they would eventually die. But the scenery along the way was still unforgettable.

The car stopped at the parking lot by the bridge. Jacob was determined not to let Noah hold him. Noah couldn't bear to force him with his tenacity. Jacob limped to the bridge. The huge neon lights on the bridge were colorful, and under the bridge was a river.

It was more like a stream than a river. But it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that standing on the bridge, the cold wind blew and feeling that every pore on his body was open, Noah quickly went back to the car and took the scarf, handing it to Jacob

Jacob looked back. "I said I like the sun, but I always look for a cool place in sunny days. I said I like rain, but I always like to hold an umbrella in the rain. I said I love Sara, but I hurt her again and again. Now I say I like the cold wind in the autumn night. I don't want to wear a scarf anymore. I don't want my life to be full of unspeakable refusal."