Chapter 253 What Should Come Eventually Came


    Jacob felt like his father had cried so many times that his tears had practically left permanent traces on


    his face.


    He was nervous. For some reason, his heart felt heavy. It was as if it was weighed down with a bad


    hunch.


    His mind instinctively repulsed the possibility, and his heart was shouting "No". Unfortunately, he


    couldn''t do anything, not even to shout his objection out loud. He seemed to have been petrified by the


    grim prospect. At this moment, he could only pray in his heart, hoping that life wouldn''t be so cruel as


    to leave people no power over their death.


    "I know… my health… It''s been… bad... for a long time… I didn''t... want to worry you... I was… I was


    just pretending… pretending to be alright... But now… I can''t pretend any longer."


    Michael''s eyes were bright. Even though his life was running out, his eyes were still as firm as before.


    No one could stop him from doing what he''d decided to do. He''d chosen the best path for himself.


    "No, dad... Believe me—you''ll get better. You have to be confident and trust yourself. We''ll always be


    with you. We''ll help you get through this. You must hold on."


    Jacob continued to say encouraging words, though it was unclear whether he was encouraging himself


    or his father. The uneasiness in his heart seemed to grow increasingly heavier with each passing


    second. Furthermore, he knew his father very well, and it made him even more afraid to listen to what


    he''d say.


    "Jacob, you and Sara… The two of you must live happily together... As for thepany… just do your


    best… I know, you… you''ve always been… living… living for me. Now, I hope you… can live for…


    yourself. I won''t… me you."N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    It was getting more and more difficult for Michael to speak. He didn''t care how his operation ended up,


    but he knew he didn''t have much time left. At this moment, he was just using all his willpower to resist


    his sleepiness. The only thing he felt now was that he was about to leave this world.


    As it turned out, people could sense it when they were going to die. This gave them some time to say


    their final words to their family. Michael was in so much pain now, but he knew this pain wouldn''tst


    long.


    "I know. Rest assured—I''ll follow your wish. I need you to go through all these with me, dad. You''ve got


    to get well as soon as possible."


    Even though the prospect was grim, Jacob wasn''t willing to give up all hope. He still had to cheer his


    father up. If he, the supporter, gave up, how could he expect the patient to continue fighting?


    "You must… listen to... what your uncle says…" Michael suddenly broke into violent coughs which


    made him look even weaker than before. In front of death, human lives were really fragile.


    "Promise me… No matter what decision… I made, you''ll follow it." Michael was heaving, trying to speak


    and breathe at the same time.


    Jacob looked shaken. What shoulde finally came.


    He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, seemingly wanting to say something but couldn''t. It was


    as if something was stuck in his throat. His heart was thumping madly. The ominous premonition in his


    mind made him feel like escaping but he couldn''t even move. In the end, he finally gritted his teeth and


    braced himself for what wasing.


    "Jacob… It''s really… painful for me to stay like this... I just want to rest… Let me… leave peacefully..."


    After Michael arduously conveyed his wish, he had another fit of coughs. His illness was really torturing


    him. Nevertheless, the most painful thing for him now was to live as a sick old man pitied by others.


    Like now, for example. The distress in his son''s eyes was ring. He''d rather die quietly than letting the


    people around him suffer along with him.


    Moreover, he knew clearly that his life was ending, and nothing could change that. The first operation


    he had was indeed a sess, and he was very grateful that he was given more time.


    This time, however, he didn''t think he''d be as lucky. Miracles rarely happened twice after all. A life full


    of illnesses was torture. For an old patient like him, such a life was much harder than death.


    "Dad..." Jacob''s tears once again started to fall. What he feared most finally came. He was saddened


    by his ailing father''s request, but he couldn''t reject it. He''d promised that whatever decision his father


    made, he''d ept it.


    Everyone had their own fate, and they had the right to make their own choice. Besides, he knew that


    his father must''ve thought it through before making such a decision.


    He wouldn''t object orin, but it was still hard for him toe to terms with reality. After all, the


    hope of life had just appeared before him, but the god of death already came knocking on the door.


    Jacob could feel his father''s time to leave was drawing near.


    "Jacob, I know… it''s cruel, but since I have little... chance to survive, I don''t want to… suffer the pain


    of… living and being… tortured… by illnesses..."


    Tears fell from the corner of Michael''s eyes, forming a wet trace that looked like a long, flowing stream.


    It was an aged stream, profound, and natural. No one wanted to end their own life. He wasn''t an


    exception.


    But he had no choice. He''d rather proudly face death than slowly being tortured to death by illness. He


    knew how difficult it was for the people dear to him to ept such a request. But again, he had no


    other choice.


    He had put forward his request to the doctor. The doctor was shocked and told him that he needed his


    family''s consent. Others might not understand why he''d choose to die since the operation was a


    sess.


    However, the doctor knew how painful living could be for a cancer patient. This kind of pain was torture


    to both their body and mind.


    That was why the doctor respected his choice. Before Jacob entered the room, the doctor, who


    unusually had a rather abnormal expression, warned him that there was a special circumstance.


    So this was the special circumstance the doctor mentioned. Jacob was about to have a mental


    breakdown. He felt like someone was mangling his heart.


    Nevertheless, he''d follow his father''s final wish. He''d never really gone against his father''s wishes ever


    since he was a child because they practically had an astonishing agreement on all the choices.


    "Is it really that unbearable that you choose to go like this?" His voice was trembling. When he recalled


    this scene in the future, he''d probably feel he''d wasted his chance and left too many words unsaid.


    But some things didn''t need to be said. Even without saying them, he and his father could understand


    each other well. At this thought, Jacob finally came to eptance. He understood his father''s feelings


    and pain.


    "Jacob, I''m sorry... You and Sara… must live happily together." Michael held Jacob''s hand tightly. Each


    word he said seemed to consume a lot of his strength.


    If he was kept alive, he''d soon lose the ability to speak and look, and even lose consciousness. It was


    better to die than to live like that.


    When he thought of this, he was very grateful for everything. At least, he could still feel pain and talk to


    his son.


    "Tell your uncle… I have to... I have to go now." Michael suddenly drew a sharp breath. He felt a sharp


    pain in his throat. It was as if a bomb had exploded in it.


    His head was dizzy, and the pain became more and more intense. If there was any constion, it was


    the knowledge that he wasn''t escaping. He was just bravely facing his end. Since the end was


    inevitable, he chose to be brave and decisive.


    Jacob held his father''s old, withered hands tightly and buried his head on them. By now, tears were


    already streaming down his face.


    It was said that men would never shed tears unless they were extremely sad. Well, Jacob was


    extremely sad now. He''d never experienced such a farewell before. It felt like God was punishing him.


    He never expected that seeing his father dying would be this painful. However, such a situation was


    beyond anyone''s control. He wasn''t sure whether it was right for him to follow his father''s will to give


    up.


    All in all, his heart was now filled with a mixture of grief, helplessness, and desperation. Jacob just sat


    quietly next to his father, trying his best to hold back his tears but to no avail.


    "Don''t cry, my son." Michael also burst into tears, wheezing rapidly as he tried to breathe. Perhaps, this


    was the only way he could feel he was still alive.


    When Sara and James saw the scene in the room through the ss window, Sara was shocked. Jacob


    was crying his heart out.


    She couldn''t hear what they were talking about, but she had a hunch that something was wrong. This


    was the first time she saw Jacob cry, and so sadly at that, so the shock she felt was quite


    indescribable.