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.

If I find out that you’re still doing this, I might report this incident to Federal Bureau of Investigation. Wicked people shouldn’t be

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

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

on his face, and the tension in the room

as if he knew the mistake

lying

and took out a thin ruler from the bedside table’s

can punish me.

around and making the blood flow back into the tubing, his

“Benny…”

boy before turning his hand around and

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

since young, and he spent most of his time

he asked to be

wasn’t thinking of punishing you. I just hope that you’ll keep a distance away

“But… I lied too. Are you not angry

Benedict should not have lied. Hence, Cedrick pinched his cheeks, only using a little more force

time. If you don’t change and continue lying, I’ll definitely punish you severely.

face paled, a little

I won’t do it

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

keep you company that often. From now on, I’ll find ways

I don’t need you to

his father kept a close eye on him, he would never be able to carry out his

his father

company for the IV therapies, he had been able to easily divert her attention. His father, on the other hand, was much

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

you have any pranks you want to do, you can tell me about them. I might not

children to be mischievous,

the books Eugene had brought to him, but he was certainly taken aback when he heard that Benedict wanted to

of a

and decided that he was going

tilted his neck and leaned over. “Daddy, what are you thinking about? Are you really going to accompany me for all

to reality and asked, “Are

am!” Benedict forced out

a toothpick and passed him a slice

…