Ex-wife, Please Come Back novel Chapter 52

There was a trace of fatigue on Sara's delicate face. She had been through too much these days, just like acting in a movie, but it was so real that she couldn't breathe.

As for Thompson, it was because she had scanty experience of life, and she trusted him too much. She understood Jacob's anger. If he was not there at that time, she would have made a big mistake. Sara didn't even dare to think about it.

Jacob not only hurt her, but also saved her. She didn't know whether she should be happy or not. She didn't want to mention this name anymore. The owner of this name gave her too much insult and pain.

She hated Jacob in her heart. She wished they had an amicable parting, but they didn't, instead, they tortured each other.

To be exact, Sara was tortured by Jacob.

On the way, Sara didn't say anything. Bess turned her head and glanced at Sara worriedly from time to time.

When they got home, Sara got out of the car. Bess only said, "Call me if you need anything." Then she marched off.

Carlos saw what was happening downstairs through the window upstairs. He couldn't wait to open the door and wait for Sara to come up.

When Sara got home, she didn't look so haggard, but her sadness was still obvious.

In order not to make her father worry, Sara told him that she turned to Jacob, but it was useless. The company was about to go bankrupt.

Carlos looked at his daughter with concern. If his daughter had to sacrifice her to maintain the company, Carlos would rather go bankrupt.

"It doesn't matter, sweetie. A company had been running for such a long time, but it hadn't been doing well, which meant that there was something wrong with it. This kind of problem was deeply entrenched, not caused by one person. If a company was vigorous, it would run well even without depending on anyone. Now, let nature take its course. I was too stubborn to see it clearly before. I'm sorry. "

Looking at her father who was sitting on the sofa and blaming himself, Sara realized that people had always wanted to express their love to each other, but this kind of love was too heavy for someone to bear in the end.

"Okay!" Sara agreed with her father. She worked so hard just because she didn't want her father to be disappointed. If her father didn't struggle anymore, she would naturally feel relieved.

Sara had never blamed her father. Her father had lost too many things in his life. The stubbornness of a person meant that he had been deeply hurt. It was not that Sara didn't want her father to remarry, but his father said that he gave up because he didn't want Sara to be bullied.

She must be one of the reason he didn't want to remarry, and the second one might be Sara's biological mother. The original beauty should have become an old woman. But she never came back to see them. No matter how difficult the situation was back then, regardless how the father and daughter lived now, she would never go back.

This was the pain in Carlos's heart forever, and so was Sara. Even if he didn't say it out, every time the school held a parent's meeting in her school days, Sara would always be alone. Her father was a workaholic, and her mother...

Even though Sara had never mentioned it, she had never forgotten it.

It was like she had planted a seed in her heart, always hoping that her mother would come back. However, her hope was always accompanied by the pain of falling, making people feel nothing.

Even if she came back, so what? Wouldn't she add some inexplicable embarrassment or destroy more happiness? Maybe it was the best for everyone not to come back. If she came back, and now her father's company went bankrupt, it was hard to guarantee that she wouldn't abandon them for a second time.

Some people had made their choices for the first time, and then for the second time. Trust was also accompanied by a gradual loss of choice.

Looking at her aged father, Sara held back her tears. She couldn't cry. She didn't even cry when her mother left in the heavy rain that night.

Would it be sadder if she thought of it now? She sighed at her life experience. No matter how hard she cried, she had to bear it. This was life. Learn to force tears back, and this was maturity.