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?”

Joshua called out to him, he

to deal with the strange

weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling

back

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

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

of both their distinguished families, he and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising a child that they

that he realized he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he had

more he thought about it, the

himself

was in bed. The

sitting quietly and staring at the foliage outside the window. His

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 to spend time with me. I’m already five years old, and I don’t

words gave Cedrick a prickling sensation in

on the side of the bed and smiled at his son. “Are you worried that I would be annoyed, Benny?” he asked

sick since I was

said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides, I will

the boy in a father’s vast, warm

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

father’s embrace, Benedict nestled his head against Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene and throwing a

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

do you want me to cry so much, Daddy?

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

just felt for his child disappeared completely as a

That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to apologize to me, which is

gave a wide, innocent smile.