Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles took off his disposable gloves and observed his injured hand in the corridor.

He was about to go downstairs when he bumped into Gwendolyn coming back from the restroom at the corner.

Gwendolyn had just finished a video conference. She washed and sanitized her hands to prevent bringing bacteria from the computer mouse to Benedict before returning to the ward.

When she faced Charles, she immediately noticed the bloodstains on his hand. By the time Charles tried to hide his hand behind his back, it was already too late.

“You’re injured?” she asked.

Charles smiled casually and replied, “It’s nothing. I slipped and fell on my way here.”

Observant as always, Gwendolyn sensed something unusual about him. “Even if you really slipped, you wouldn’t have gotten such an injury given your skills. Don’t tell me that your hand happened to hit a nail on the ground as you fell.”

Charles chuckled. “You know me well, Gwen.”

“The laboratory has top-notch security measures and cleanliness. How is a sharp object like a nail going to end up on the floor? Don’t try to deceive me. What really happened?” Gwendolyn asked.

Charles shrugged indifferently. “It seems impossible to hide anything from you, Gwen.”

A few minutes later, when the door to the ward was slowly opened, Benedict, who was devouring a piece of durian, quickly threw the remaining of it into the trash and hastily wiped the corners of his mouth.

Gwendolyn entered the ward.

Although Benedict’s actions were swift, he still couldn’t escape Gwendolyn’s eyes.

“Is your meeting finished, Mommy? Actually, there’s no need for you to rush back here. I know your work is important. I’m already used to receiving the drip alone. I can handle it myself,” Benedict said.

Gwendolyn said nothing as she calmly walked to his bedside.

Her gaze inadvertently fell on the corner of his mouth, where there were still traces of durian flesh. The room was filled with the pungent smell of durian.

Benny clearly loves eating durian. Why did he throw away the remaining piece as soon as he saw me coming in?

from the bedside table and gently wiped the

obediently, his face

a thought flashed across her mind. “Did you cause the injury on Charles’

toward Charles quickly grew rampant again despite having dissipated

didn’t he tell you that it was all voluntary on his part, that he

to meet him in the corridor, and I asked him. He insisted that he accidentally injured

“But I’m the one who gave birth to you. I know you the best. If you want

Benedict remained silent.

the opportunity to strike back. Maybe

Gwendolyn, who was always gentle and considerate, being so

Charles? Do you think I’m a naughty child who caused severe injuries to Charles’ hand? Are

“Yes…” Gwendolyn sighed again.

Zendy, and I can’t make any new friends. I have to receive daily drips and endure the pain. All I want is to make things difficult for Charles

who had always been strong and rarely cried, had a faint redness in

open because he refused to let

heart ached when she

indeed extremely sensitive. She hadn’t said anything yet, but he had

she said, “I wasn’t going to

by her response, Benedict

You’re not angry at all, Mommy?”

nose gently. “What’s there to be angry about? Charles caused your hospitalization, so you made him chop the durian and feel the

suggest such retaliatory behavior to Benedict under normal circumstances, but now that he

thought you were going

and I will always stand by you and Zendy. We have never thought of you as a bad child. Benny, at the age of five, you can already solve high-school-level Mathematical Olympiad math problems. You’re truly our

to cause harm to someone’s life or hurt someone just because you don’t like

her child unconditionally, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t

long as people don’t mess with me, I won’t offend anyone. I won’t actively cause trouble, but I’m also not afraid of it when it

I

Gwendolyn entered the room, she had been holding

barely hold