Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Chapter 110 A Wheelchair

He couldn't let others see him crying, which would make others think he was hypocritical. No one could understand such grief. He couldn't express his sadness.

Andy's father stood aside. Even though he had been looking at everything calmly, he couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Jacob wiping tears.

No pathetic feeling could compare with a man's wail. Hearing the voice, Jacob didn't even dare to look back. He was afraid that he couldn't help crying with Andy's father. After all, no one knew what he had experienced.

Looking at scene in front of him, Noah was silent. He just stood quietly behind Jacob. Everything was in his eyes and there was no escape. Since consolation was useless, it was better to bear it silently.

Life is like this. You can cry, but it's useless. Crying won't change anything.

Jacob knew that even if he could pull out the thorn in his heart today, he would not be able to pull out the thorn in Andy's parents' heart.

The guests were shocked by the solemn atmosphere, especially when Andy's father suddenly burst into tears. But Andy's mother had regained her composure.

Since her son's accident, she had been heartbroken every day and finally shed tears. Even now, when she saw her son's body with her own eyes, her eyes were empty and she couldn't cry. She couldn't continue to love him. For this world.

Some people died, but he was still alive. Some people were alive, but he was dead. This was probably a reflection of Andy and his mother. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Noah pushed Jacob around the coffin. Jacob kept his eyes on Andy. He would never see him again, but he would still remember him all the time.

After circling around, Noah pushed Jacob to Andy's father who was crying. Jacob handed him a piece of tissue. Andy's father looked at it, but said nothing. He took the tissue.

He wanted to stay there until the funeral was over, but Jacob had overestimated his endurance. He didn't want to escape, but wanted to be alone for a while.

He had never thought that attending a funeral was such a sad thing. He had attended some people's funeral before, but it had nothing to do with him, so he was not so emotional.

Jacob looked up at the man in front of him. Although he had never experienced the pain of losing his son, everything could be imagined.

Looking at the gray haired old man in front of him, Jacob couldn't help shedding tears again.

But Jacob couldn't cry. His performance today was likely to be seen by paparazzi or malicious people.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I know it's all my fault. I know my words are useless at this time, but I have to say it here today. From now on, take me as your son. If you need anything, please tell me and I will do it at any time. Even if I may not be as good as Andy, I will do my best. " Jacob said slowly. His voice was low, but forceful.

"Well, I know it's not your fault, but you have to understand that we feel sorry for our son. We are 60 years old. When Andy was born, we were not young that time. But now my son passed away. Don't take your aunt's harsh words to heart. She is not bad, but she can't bear this stimulation." Andy's father choked with sobs and his voice became hoarse.

However, his words were like a soft knife, stabbing into Jacob's heart slowly, like a knife. How pitiful he was!

"Uncle..." Jacob was speechless. He felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and there were thousands of ants biting his throat. He only felt very uncomfortable.

"Don't say anything. You have summoned up great courage to come here today. Although I also want to kill you if you come, I can't be cruel to you when I see you. My son said that you are a good person." Andy's father looked at the monochrome in the direction of the coffin with empty eyes. He seemed to be absent-minded.

After a pause, Noah pushed Jacob to Andy's father's side. The two looked at Andy's portrait side by side. Sad music was playing slowly, affecting people's emotions.

Many people died for various reasons every day in this world, and many people were born. However, a person's social network was just a narrow circle. Friends, relatives, lovers and so on were a fixed number. Once they lost, it would only be less and less, not more and more.

When a person reached a certain age, his or her interest in making friends had been fixed, and he or she didn't increase his or her interest in making new friends. It took a lot of time and energy to know new people.

Just like now, Andy passed away a few days ago, and Jacob always felt that the new assistant was inferior to Andy in everything. The new assistant didn't even know whether he liked to drink thick tea or light tea in the morning. He didn't know his various living habits and temper, and such a situation was countless.

Jacob was waiting for attendants to pay their respects to Andy's remains. Then it was time to bury him. Jacob raised his eyes to look at Andy's aged parents. He hoped that this move was to bury their pain, not their hope.

Jacob followed the people who moved the coffin to the cemetery. Andy was not cremated in the end. Maybe it was too late, maybe his parents wanted to look at him a few more times, or there was

something else.

There was already a foul smell coming out of the coffin. Even though the weather was not hot, it was time for the smell to come out since it had been placed in the ice coffin for so long.

The coffin was slowly closed, and Jacob kept his eyes on it. Andy's mother cried as if she was crying, "My son, don't be so tired in your next life. Ah... "

All the people present felt heartbroken, as if they had eaten a mouthful of moldy peanuts, but they could not spit out the moldy smell, which was really uncomfortable.

Only when a person had been sad did he realize that his potential was limited. Only when a person persisted could he know that his potential was limitless.

Jacob lowered his eyes. Maybe he would never be mentioned today, but he would never forget it. It was shameful to forget.

It was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon when he left. Jacob should have felt relaxed, but his body was as heavy as effused with lead. If it weren't for Noah was pushing his wheelchair, Jacob wouldn't have been able to walk at all.

His legs and feet were just like filled with lead, and his hands were weak. Jacob sighed, as if it was not the end but the beginning.

Andy's parents were too sad to see the guests off. The guests had no choice but to leave slowly. Some people are chatting, while some were thinking about their work. In a word, everyone had his or her own career.

Except for Andy's parents and some close relatives, others all expressed the most sympathy.

Noah pushed Jacob and walked slowly.

"When will a person die?" Jacob said abruptly, as if he was waiting for the reply in the air.

"Someone said that people would die two times. One is when their bodies die, and the other is when they are forgotten." Originally, Noah wanted to say it in a relaxed tone, but he didn't expect it to be more serious.

Jacob nodded slowly and stopped talking.

When they arrived home, Jacob didn't even have time to ask Noah to stay for a rest. He was too tired.

Of course, Noah could understand Jacob's mood. After sending Jacob into the villa, he turned around and went home. After all, he also needed a good rest.

Even though Noah was not present when the accident happened, he was infected today. All Noah wanted now was to go home and take a shower and have a good sleep, forgetting everything.