Wooing My Ex-Wife

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?”

called out to him, he

forced to deal with the strange

you will not give Benny any more weird reading material even if he

strode back to

His heart, too, was

every waking hour of the past couple of years trying to save him. They spoiled

and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising

only on that day that he realized he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he had neglected his psychological

about it, the

found himself back at

in bed. The IV drip hanging above him had not yet been

foliage outside the window. His frail, pale face

“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 to spend time with me. I’m already five years old, and I don’t need you for everything. I will be good and take my

Cedrick a prickling sensation

smiled at his son. “Are

gaze, looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick since

deep breath, suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t

his arms, enveloping the boy in a

out loud in 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

a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like something Zendy would do, Daddy. I’m

how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny. I won’t

twinkling mischievously. “Why do you want me to cry

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

had just felt for his child disappeared completely as

shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to apologize to me, which is how Zendy learned to play

gave a wide,