Jacob couldn't wait to get out of the car. Sara was helpless now. He knew she needed his help, and he
knew he would do anything to protect her.
He leapt out of the car the moment it stopped, and he saw Sara through the crowd. He was stunned at
how she looked like. Sara had been crying bitterly, and she looked a little haggard.
As soon as she saw him, she ran over to Jacob and collapsed in his arms. He listened to her soft, low
sobs. Jacob held Sara tightly. He patted her head and comforted. "Don't cry," he said softly. "I'm here.
Don't be afraid."
"I'm fine. I just feel sad. My mother came back today, but my father never showed up again after going
through all of those medical procedures for her."
As a matter of fact, Sara did not know why she was so sad. Perhaps it was because she felt sorry for
her father or her mother. Perhaps she felt sorry for herself.
She didn't have the best relationship with her mother. However, now that she was back, Sara knew that
she couldn't just ignore her mother. Although her memories of her mother had faded away, Sara still
wanted to be the best daughter she could be.
No matter how much pain her mother had brought her in the past, she thought that she must forgive
her. After all, her mother had given her life.
"Where is my mother-in-law? Don't cry, Sara." Jacob gently lifted up Sara's head and wiped away her
tears. He suddenly felt like he had a mission to fulfill. He was the most important person in the world to
Sara now.
"My mother is in the ward. She hasn't spoken a word to me. She hasn't even apologized." Sara
stopped crying. She wanted to see how her mother was doing, but she was disappointed by what her
mother had done.
"It doesn't matter. Your happiness is the most important thing. Okay?" Jacob held Sara in his arms. No
matter what the future had in store for them, he was determined to face it with her.
Passersby glanced at them. People in the hospital were used to seeing others cry, so it was not a
surprise to see them in such a state.
They just looked at Jacob and Sara in passing and proceeded to go about their day.
Jacob asked Sara about which room her mother was in, and they walked there together.
Suddenly, Sara fell to the ground. Sobs wracked her body. Fat, hot tears poured out of her eyes as she
looked at the ward in front of her.
"I don't think I can forgive her." Sara kept sobbing. Perhaps it was all the pent-up emotions she had
kept inside over the years or the hurt from her mother's actions finally resurfacing, but Sara couldn't
bring herself to forgive the frail woman lying on the hospital bed.
Even though she was suffering and fighting for her life every day, it was difficult for Sara to pity her.
"I understand my father's feelings now. I still feel the same way I did at the start, but there's so much
I've learned. I can't accept the fact that she abandoned me when she was healthy. But, now that she's
sick, she came back."
Tears streamed down Sara's cheeks. In her heart, her mother was already dead. She died that fateful
day when she left Sara as a child. It was pouring heavily that day, and Sara was inconsolable. She
remembered every single detail.
"The woman lying on the bed is not my mother. I don't have a mother!" After saying that, Sara fell to her
knees and began to sob even harder.
Love and hatred fought one another in her heart. However, they would always co-exist. One cannot be
without the other.
"Don't say that, Sara. No matter what had happened, she is still your mother. Get up. Go inside and
see how she's doing. Don't be like this." Jacob tugged at Sara's sleeve, urging her to go and see her
mother, but Sara did not budge.
She had lived her life without a mother for too long. What use was her mother to her now? It was
natural that Sara couldn't accept her now that she was sick.
However, she knew that she would eventually have to come to terms with her relationship with her
mother and take her back.
"I have never once thought that my life is miserable. No matter what happened, I was always able to
comfort myself and say that everything will be fine. But now, I think that those comforting words have
been nothing but lies. "
Sara heaved a deep sigh. She felt a sharp pain pierce through her heart. Jacob understood how she
felt. It would take time for her to heal, but she would eventually have to accept things for the way that
they were and forgive her mother.
Such things were easy to understand but difficult to accept.
Sara didn't have much hope, so when she saw her mother, her heart was clouded with indifference.
Disgust and resentment welled up inside her and could not be bottled up. By then, Sara had given up
struggling.
She didn't know how long she had been on the ground crying. Jacob had been patiently waiting by her
side. The passersby merely glanced at them as they went about their business.
No one was surprised or embarrassed by the way Sara was acting. After all, they all had their own
stories.
Illness had a way of robbing families of normalcy. It could change one's life in an instant, and it could
sneak up without a warning.
Sara stood up and wiped away her tears. "Am I an idiot?"
"No, I think you have done a good job." Jacob put his hand on Sara's shoulder and gently stroked it.
"Then, tell me. Why did my mother abandon me back then? I always thought that my father and I must
have done something wrong. Why then would she have chosen to leave us? Was she really that
heartless?"
Sara's eyes were full of tears. She looked confused, desperate, and heartbroken all at the same time.
Unfortunately, it was difficult to say who was in the right this time.
"No one did anything wrong. That was just a choice she made. No one is to blame. She must have
thought that there was much for her to see in the world. The world must have been too tempting."
Jacob narrowed his eyes. If Sara's mother had known back then that she would get sick with cancer,
would she still have chosen to leave them?
"I understand my father very well." Sara took two steps forward and leaned against Jacob.
"I understand him, too. That's why you should cheer yourself up. Now, your father only has you. He
must be sadder than you." Jacob gently brushed away Sara's hair, revealing her beautiful face.
"I see. Now, come with me to meet your mother-in-law." All of a sudden, Sara's face was serious. Her
eyes were still red, but she had already stopped crying.
Everything had happened so fast. Nobody even had time to react.
Jacob made up his mind and walked towards the ward with Sara.
They saw Sara's mother lying in her hospital bed. Half her hair had fallen off, and she looked weak.
However, her skin was still fair, and her face was still very beautiful. Although Sara had already all
grown up, her mother still looked young.
Such thoughts ran through Jacob's mind. It was obvious where Sara had gotten her good looks.
Sara's mother looked like she was in a daze. She did not seem to notice the pair come in.
Jacob stared at Sara's mother. Sara quietly sat next to her.
She looked very sick. It seemed that the cancer was eating away at her body.
After some time had passed, Jacob tugged at Sara's sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked coldly.
Jacob paused for a moment. He didn't expect Sara's cold response.
"Is this my son-in-law?" Sara's mother asked, her tone indifferent. She seemed to be unconcerned with
what was going on around her.
"Yes, I am. Mom, are you okay?" Jacob leaned over to talk to her. Sara narrowed her eyes, but she
didn't say anything.
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