Wooing My Ex-Wife

Cedrick was speechless.

He turned over his shoulder and noticed Benedict giving him an amused look.

Benedict continued asking calmly, “Isn’t that man your previous love rival? That’s why you got so upset when Zendy called him Daddy.”

Cedrick let out a sigh and gently tousled the little boy’s hair. “You’re still young, and the matters between adults shouldn’t burden you. Just focus on taking care of yourself and getting better.”

Benedict raised an eyebrow, mirroring Cedrick’s expression perfectly. He looked like a miniature version of Cedrick.

In a defeated tone, he said, “No matter how many IV drips, medicines, or efforts I put in, it feels like I won’t recover. I don’t want to keep tormenting myself.”

Cedrick’s heart ached as he gently caressed Benedict’s pale face. “Don’t say that. You may be unwell at the moment, but the laboratory has developed a serum to treat your condition. Once you regain your health and can handle the potential side effects, Uncle Joshua will ensure your complete recovery.”

Benedict didn’t answer him and instead redirected the topic back to Charles’ matter.

“Daddy, I know you have the power to make an impact in Chanaea easily. Why didn’t you get rid of that man? Why did you let him spend time with Zendy and make him her godfather?”

Stunned, Cedrick looked into his son’s eyes which were just like his.

“Benedict, you’re only five years old. Do you understand the gravity of what you’re suggesting? Do you know what getting rid of someone means? How did such a thought come to your mind?”

Benedict blinked twice, mustering a weak smile. In his usual frail voice, he responded, “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.”

Cedrick felt a chill go down his spine. He’s only five. Where did he get that horrible idea from? Am I thinking too much, or is Benny more precocious for his age?

he never intended for things to go as far

hooked up to IV drips.

Cedrick couldn’t help but chuckle aloud. “You want to teach him a lesson? What are you

a mysterious grin. “It’s a secret. I can’t

tapped his little nose. “Benny, you’re only

his sweet smile, his eyes crinkling with an adorable

gaze at the familiar face that mirrored his own, and a sigh escaped from deep within him.

understanding of things, but I want you to be less sensitive. I want you to have a joyful and carefree childhood,

“Don’t

his

sympathizing with his son’s fragile condition since birth, his eyes fell upon a stack of books resting on the bedside

feet and walked over to pick up the

a Mathematical Olympiad workbook and an

attention at the bottom of the pile was a black one titled Abnormal

when he noticed the book. He turned to Benedict

innocently, “Yes. I was bored, and I don’t like watching cartoons. I want to know what adults are

you

difficult. I can understand some parts of it, but most of it is too challenging for me to grasp. I’ve read it a few times, but I still can’t fully comprehend it. Daddy, can you

as well. Why

“Okay!”

relief when Benedict agreed readily. He then searched all the cabinets

at the age where she would demand to listen to bedtime stories every night, but Benedict was already tackling math problems from junior high and reading

in their development unsettled