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 was already out of sight

with

will not give Benny any more weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If

strode back

walk back. His heart, too, was filled with a complicated mix of

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

had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising a

so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that

about it, the

Cedrick found himself back

bed. The IV drip

at the foliage outside the window. His frail, pale

professor who came to change my medication said there’s only one bottle left for today. You can go deal with

words gave Cedrick a prickling

smiled at his son. “Are you worried

gaze, looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick since I was born. I’m not a normal

doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides,

arms, enveloping the boy

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.

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

right to express how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front

you want me to cry

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

for his child disappeared

“Says who? I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to apologize

gave a wide, innocent smile.