Wooing My Ex-Wife

An old man around the age of sixty was standing outside.

His hair was white, and he had a gray beard. He also had defined features—something not most Chanaeans had.

Cedrick could somewhat recall who he was—the biochemistry professor, Eugene Yortz.

He had been the one who gave Benedict the book about Abnormal Psychology, so Cedrick later contacted Joshua and found out about the man.

Nevertheless, Cedrick solemnly stared at Eugene, wondering why Benedict seemed nervous earlier.

“Professor Yortz, what can I help you with?”

Eugene scratched his head and scoured through his memory to figure out who was the man standing before him. “You must be Benny’s father.”

“Yes, that’s me,” was the only polite answer Cedrick gave to Eugene.

Eugene let out a laugh, a hint of mockery entering his eyes. “It’s rare to see his parents caring for him. In that case, I won’t disturb your time with him. Please continue with your conversation.”

With that said, he turned to leave.

“Stop!”

Cedrick grabbed his hand and forcibly lifted Eugene’s hand. As it turned out, Eugene was holding a book.

Its title was How Do People With Paranoid Personality Disorder Turn Into Murderers?

Cedrick’s heart lurched, finding the book title spine-chilling.

In a stern voice, he confronted Eugene, “You’re bringing an inappropriate book for my son again. As a professor in the lab, why aren’t you trying to be a good role model? Why are you trying to lead a child astray? What are you trying to do?”

Eugene found his words absurd. “How is this book a bad book? It’s just a book about humanity. You’re always absent despite being his father, so what’s wrong with me talking about books with him when I’m free? Why are you accusing me of something so outrageous? You’re strange.”

Strange? Don’t you know who’s the strange one here?

Cedrick tamped down his anger as he gritted out, “Benny’s only five—an age where he’s naive. Why are you teaching him about humanity with books like these? What are you trying to do?”

Eugene flung his hand away, annoyed. “Naive? He’s your son, so don’t you know his character well? He likes books like this, so I brought this for him. It’s not as if he had learned anything bad from these books. He’s smart and much more mature than kids his age. I’m sure he can judge for himself.”

Cedrick did not wish to continue talking to Eugene, however.

I might report this

that, Eugene fell silent. After a scoff, he left with

watched until he was gone from the stairwell before returning to the room and

grimace on his face, and the

was hanging as if he knew the mistake

about lying

thin ruler from the bedside table’s drawer before

punish me.

saw him roughly flipping his hand around and making the blood flow back into the tubing, his

“Benny…”

before turning his

look at his father. “I need to write with my right hand, so maybe you should hit my bottom like how you

his time on a lab bed. Thus, Cedrick

he saw how miserable Benedict looked when he

that you’ll keep a

I lied too. Are you

pinched his cheeks,

will be your punishment. However, I have a rule. I’ll let things slide this time. If you don’t change and continue lying, I’ll definitely

paled, a little fearful of his

I won’t do it

gently rubbed the red spot he had pinched earlier, unable to bring himself

company that often. From now on, I’ll

not your fault. I’m a big kid already. I don’t need you to stop work because of

eye on him, he would never be able to

did not want his father to spend more

for the IV therapies, he had been able to easily divert her attention. His father, on

clear that the boy was thinking of nothing good from what he could see

don’t need to feel bad about it. If you have any pranks you want to do, you can tell me about

be mischievous, but there was something amiss about

influenced by the books Eugene had brought to him, but he was

of a wicked idea

let out a silent sigh and decided that he was

lost in his thoughts, Benedict tilted his neck and leaned over. “Daddy, what are you thinking about?

asked, “Are you

am!” Benedict forced out

wanting to dwell on that, Cedrick took a toothpick and passed him a

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