The Ex and Her Riches

An old man around the age of sixty was standing outside.

His hair was white, and he had a gray beard. He also had defined features—something not most Chanaeans had.

Cedrick could somewhat recall who he was—the biochemistry professor, Eugene Yortz.

He had been the one who gave Benedict the book about Abnormal Psychology, so Cedrick later contacted Joshua and found out about the man.

Nevertheless, Cedrick solemnly stared at Eugene, wondering why Benedict seemed nervous earlier.

“Professor Yortz, what can I help you with?”

Eugene scratched his head and scoured through his memory to figure out who was the man standing before him. “You must be Benny’s father.”

“Yes, that’s me,” was the only polite answer Cedrick gave to Eugene.

Eugene let out a laugh, a hint of mockery entering his eyes. “It’s rare to see his parents caring for him. In that case, I won’t disturb your time with him. Please continue with your conversation.”

With that said, he turned to leave.

“Stop!”

Cedrick grabbed his hand and forcibly lifted Eugene’s hand. As it turned out, Eugene was holding a book.

Its title was How Do People With Paranoid Personality Disorder Turn Into Murderers?

Cedrick’s heart lurched, finding the book title spine-chilling.

In a stern voice, he confronted Eugene, “You’re bringing an inappropriate book for my son again. As a professor in the lab, why aren’t you trying to be a good role model? Why are you trying to lead a child astray? What are you trying to do?”

Eugene found his words absurd. “How is this book a bad book? It’s just a book about humanity. You’re always absent despite being his father, so what’s wrong with me talking about books with him when I’m free? Why are you accusing me of something so outrageous? You’re strange.”

Strange? Don’t you know who’s the strange one here?

Cedrick tamped down his anger as he gritted out, “Benny’s only five—an age where he’s naive. Why are you teaching him about humanity with books like these? What are you trying to do?”

Eugene flung his hand away, annoyed. “Naive? He’s your son, so don’t you know his character well? He likes books like this, so I brought this for him. It’s not as if he had learned anything bad from these books. He’s smart and much more mature than kids his age. I’m sure he can judge for himself.”

Cedrick did not wish to continue talking to Eugene, however.

report this incident to Federal Bureau of Investigation. Wicked people shouldn’t be staying in a lab like this and should be terminated from

After a scoff, he left with the

was gone from the stairwell before returning to the

his face, and

was hanging as if he knew the

lying just

thin ruler from the bedside table’s drawer before passing it to

punish me. I’m

making the blood flow

“Benny…”

took away the ruler from the boy before turning his hand around

daring to look at his father. “I need to write with my right hand, so maybe you should hit my bottom

and he spent most of his time on a lab bed. Thus, Cedrick never dared to lay a finger on

he

I just hope that you’ll keep

“But… I lied too.

pinched his cheeks, only using a little

I have a rule. I’ll let things slide this time. If you don’t change and continue lying, I’ll definitely punish you

a little fearful of

I won’t

gently rubbed the red spot he had pinched earlier, unable to bring

you company that often. From now

need you to stop work because of

on him, he would never be able to carry

did not want his father to spend

therapies, he had been able to

that the boy was thinking of nothing good from what he could see of

it. If you have any pranks you want to do, you can tell

to be mischievous, but

he

would have never thought of a wicked

a silent sigh and decided that he was

his neck and leaned over. “Daddy, what are you thinking

Cedrick returned to reality and asked,

Benedict forced out with a tense

that, Cedrick took a toothpick and passed him a slice

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