In life, people carried their feelings throughout their journey.
"I know it's already too late, Tasha, but I love you. I have to tell you that I love you. Do you know that I
love you, Tasha? I have never told you that, but now I know it clearly."
As he put his arms around the tombstone, Carlos felt like he was embracing Tasha. Their fate had
ended in this life.
Now, he could only hope that their love could last longer in another life.
Behind him was Sara, who turned around to walk away when she couldn't take it anymore. Her father
needed more time to stay, so she decided to leave him alone, and wait for him at home.
Jacob put his arms around Sara's shoulders as they walked back to the car; none of them spoke.
Looking out of the car, Sara finally said, "Let's go home."
Even when they had arrived at home, Sara was still in a daze. She couldn't stop thinking about her
mother. Maybe deep inside her heart, she must have forgiven her, no matter what Tasha had done
when she was still alive. However, Sara didn't dare to imagine her father's current state.
Never did she imagine that her father had loved her mother deeply. Wasn't it difficult for a person to
forgive someone who abandoned him or her?
It turned out that Carlos was different. He was strong, generous, brave and forbearing. That was why
Sara hadn't noticed what he really felt.
Only now did she realize that her father had a hard time; that he was in pain. But of course, it didn't
matter anymore. No matter what, she would help her father get through this.
After all, every time she was upset, her father always told her that she still had a family. Even if Jacob
abandoned her, at least she still had him.
It was time for Sara to do the same thing. She would wait for him to come home, and make him feel he
was not alone. Also, she wanted to thank her father for everything he had done for her.
Hours had already passed, but Carlos was still not at home. At first, Sara hadn't thought too much. But
a little while later, she began to fidget.
They went to her mother's grave early in the morning. How come he hadn't come back when the sun
had already set?
Therefore, Sara did the first thing that popped up in her mind—call Jacob. "Jacob, my father hasn't
come home yet. Do you think something has happened?"
It could be told from the tone of her voice that she was anxious, so Jacob tried his best to comfort her.
"Don't worry, Sara. I'll ask someone to look for dad." The next second, he heard her sobbing from the
other line.
"Okay, Jacob. I'll call my father again. If I still don't reach him, can we call the police?" Fear crept into
Sara's heart, so she cried even more as she sat on the sofa.
"Well, I'll call the police first. It's okay. Don't worry." When the call ended, Jacob looked out of the
window.
The whole city was shrouded in mist, and the air wasn't as fresh as before. Dust and smoke pervaded,
making it difficult to see clearly.
Just as Jacob was about to contact his men to look for Carlos, Sara called to say that he was already
home.
It was already six o'clock in the evening when Carlos came back home. He entered the house with a
bright smile on his face, and food in his hands.
Shocked, Sara slowly stood up and walked towards her father at the door.
"Dad, where have you been? I thought something bad has happened to you." As she spoke, she
carefully watched Carlos' facial expression to figure out what was wrong with him.
Indeed, it was strange that her father was smiling as if nothing had happened.
It was contrary to the devastated Carlos they left at the cemetery earlier this morning. "You must be
hungry. Dad will cook something delicious for you today. You bring the food to the kitchen first." Then
he handed the plastic bag of food to her.
Confusion was still written all over Sara's face when she took the plastic bag from Carlos. "Dad, are
you okay?"
For a moment, Carlos was stunned. Then, he smiled. "I'm fine. Do you think I don't look well?"
Yes. He was acting so strange, but Sara just nodded. How could he behave like nothing had
happened? How could he smile like there was nothing wrong?
"Don't worry, my daughter. I'm fine. I have accepted it already. I have to move on and continue my life."
After saying this, Carlos turned around to go to the kitchen, followed by Sara.
"I told your mother before that I wouldn't see her off if she wanted to leave, but if she wanted to come
back, I would accept her with open arms no matter what happened. I've been thinking this way for more
than a decade. There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. Everything happens for a reason."
A ghost of smile appeared on Carlos' lips.
From where she was standing, Sara had the chance to observe her father. In just a few months, he
seemed to be much older than before. This thought made Sara's heart ache. She couldn't help but
worry about him.
"Dad, you have to be fine anyway. I know that you're hurting because of my mother's death. But
remember that you still have me, Jacob, and maybe you will have grandchildren in the future." Tears
welled up in Sara's eyes as she said these words.
It took a while for Carlos to respond, because he was trying to hold back his tears. "My dear daughter,
you can do whatever you like in the future. If one day you realize that you're not happy with Jacob, you
can just break up with him. Don't worry. Dad won't have any prejudice against divorce. As long as you
are happy, you can do anything. I will always be here to support you."
"I know, Dad. Are you really okay?"
Nodding his head, Carlos faced the sink to wash the vegetables. What Sara didn't know was that the
moment he turned around, the tears he was trying to hold back fell.
At that moment, he pretended to be strong, because he needed to. He secretly wiped his tears when
Sara walked up to him to help him.
They prepared the ingredients and cooked together, which made Sara remember the times they did
this when she was still a kid.
"Sara, invite Jacob for dinner. Then we can have a good drink later. Don't worry, I will be nice to him."
To be honest, Carlos was relieved that Jacob was Sara's husband.
"Okay, Dad. Jacob have always been worried that you don't like him. That's why he doesn't come to
visit us. If you don't want to, I won't let him come. I don't want him to disappoint you."
The corners of Carlos' mouth twitched upon hearing what she had said. "Well, let bygones be bygones.
We can't change what has happened, but we can still live a good life in the future."
Hearing this, Sara flashed a small smile. Since then, her father had always been her role model, and
her guide in life. And this had never changed.
"Yes. Okay, Dad. I'll ask him to come and thank you." With that, Sara put the washed vegetables in the
basket and called Jacob.
A burst of aroma of food came from the kitchen, and the knock on the door sounded at the same time.
Maybe it was because Sara was in a hurry to open the door that she didn't bother to remove her apron.
She looked like a good wife waiting for her husband.
As soon as the door opened, Jacob pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm late. I just had something
urgent to deal with in the company. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you."
"It's okay. I'm glad you're here now. Wait, I have to tell you something. If my father asks to have a drink
with you, don't refuse, okay? He told me he would forgive you,"
before letting him in, Sara whispered in Jacob's ear.
"Well, it's not like I can say no to my father-in-law." The two let out a soft chuckle.
They were hugging each other when Carlos glanced at the living room, so he immediately turned away
to do his business.
"Dad, I brought you some wine today. Let's have a drink later." Raising the bottle of wine in his hand,
Jacob peeked in the kitchen.
"Okay." With that, Carlos focused on cooking.
While waiting in the living room, Jacob felt like he was sitting on pins and needles as he watched Sara
and Carlos did their work. If he could, Jacob would like to help them in the kitchen, but he couldn't.
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