The Ex and Her Riches

Eugene was unperturbed. “His personality, surroundings, experiences, and the pain he’s facing in his young life have already determined who he will be. How can a journal influence any of that?”

Cedrick heard the implicit meaning behind those words. He clenched his fist beneath the sleeve of his military uniform, not deigning to respond.

“A person is known by the company he keeps,” Joshua argued. “Besides, a child is born a blank canvas. If he takes an interest in the things you show him and makes irreparable mistakes because of it, you will cause him harm.”

Eugene scoffed incredulously at Joshua’s accusation.

Cedrick, however, froze at what Joshua said about irreparable mistakes.

He recalled what he had heard in the ward and how certain Benedict had sounded in his childish voice.

“Even if you and Mommy are not mad at him, I’ll teach him a lesson in the future. Getting rid of someone means they won’t be around anymore, right? I just don’t want to see him. I want him to disappear.”

Benedict doesn’t like Charles. He hates him.

He wasn’t joking.

Cedrick felt anxious all of a sudden. He realized he did not know who his five-year-son was anymore.

The more he thought about it, the greater the pain he felt in his heart.

“I’m going back to the ward. I’ll leave this to you.”

Without another word, he turned around and swiftly left.

“Huh? Cedrick?”

to him, he was

forced to deal with

more weird reading material even if he begs

strode back to

His heart, too, was filled with a complicated mix of

Gwendolyn owed Benedict. They had been spending every waking hour of the past couple of years trying to

helm of both their distinguished families, he and Gwendolyn had so many

been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that

more he thought about it,

himself

door and saw that Benedict was in bed. The IV drip hanging above

was sitting quietly and staring at the foliage outside the window. His frail, pale face made

started at the sound of the door being pushed open. When he saw Cedrick, he smiled. “Daddy, you’re back.” Then, he looked up at the drip. “The professor who came to change my medication said there’s only one bottle left for today. You can go deal with work first if you’re busy, Daddy. There’s no need to rush over

a prickling sensation in

on the side of the bed and smiled at his son. “Are you

“I’ve been sick

feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re

his arms, enveloping the boy in a father’s vast,

front of me and Mommy, Benny. You can cry if you’re sad, make a scene, and throw a tantrum. You shouldn’t have to pretend and be serious like an adult. Mommy and I will never abandon you. Even if you never get better, we will ensure that you

Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene

they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny.

me to cry so much, Daddy? Do you cry in front of Mommy

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

had just felt for his child disappeared

long time before correcting his son, “Says who? I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls

a wide, innocent