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?”

him, he was already out

to deal with the strange old man

any more weird reading material even if

back

walk back. His heart, too,

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

at the helm of both their distinguished families, he and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects

he realized he had been so occupied with

about it, the more uneasy

found himself back

was in bed. The IV drip

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

Cedrick a prickling sensation

sat on the side of the bed and smiled at his son. “Are you worried that I would be annoyed,

been sick since I was born. I’m

feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not

arms, enveloping the boy in a father’s

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

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

“You can cry in

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

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

guilt he had just felt for his child disappeared completely as

remained silent for a long 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

a wide,