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 was already out of sight and

to deal with

any more weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling nephew grows

strode back to the

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

the past couple of years trying to save him. They spoiled him even more than they spoiled their daughter

many obligations that there were

been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that

it, the more uneasy he

found himself back at the

open the door and saw that Benedict was in bed. The IV drip hanging

foliage outside the window. His

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

words gave Cedrick a prickling sensation

the side of the bed and smiled at his son. “Are you worried

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

deep breath, suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides,

enveloping the boy in

to pretend and be serious like

chest. “Making a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like something Zendy would do, Daddy. I’m a boy. I won’t

they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me,

at him, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Why do you want me to cry so much, Daddy? Do you

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

felt for his child disappeared completely as a result of

time before correcting his son, “Says who? I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she

gave a wide,