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.

my son anymore. If I find out that you’re still doing this, I might report this incident to Federal Bureau of

that, Eugene fell silent. After a

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

face, and the tension

if he knew the mistake

lying just

ruler from the bedside table’s drawer

can punish me.

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

“Benny…”

boy before turning his hand around and massaging his

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

spent most of his time on a lab bed. Thus, Cedrick never dared to lay a

Benedict looked when he asked to

thinking of punishing you. I just hope that you’ll keep a distance away

lied too. Are you not

pinched his cheeks, only using a little

change and continue lying, I’ll

face paled, a little fearful of

understand. I won’t do it

rubbed the red spot he had pinched earlier, unable to bring himself to say anything harsher than

couldn’t keep you company that often. From now on, I’ll find ways to

pouted gloomily. “It’s not your fault. I’m a big kid already. I don’t need you to stop work because of an IV therapy. I’ll

him, he would never be able to carry out his

he did not want his father to spend more time keeping

been the one keeping him company for the IV therapies, he had been able to easily divert her

mind, but it was clear that the boy was thinking of nothing

bad about it. If you have any pranks you want to do, you can tell me about them. I might not stop you from doing

normal for children to be mischievous, but there

brought to him, but he

have never thought of

decided that he was going to slowly

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

Cedrick returned to reality and asked, “Are you not

am!” Benedict forced out with a

dwell on that, Cedrick took a toothpick and passed him a slice

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