Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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?”

When Joshua called out to him, he was already out of sight and earshot.

forced to deal with

more weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling nephew grows

strode back

walk back. His

hour of the past couple of years trying to save him. They spoiled him even more than they spoiled their daughter

of both their distinguished families, he and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising a child that they had

that he realized he had been so occupied with

about it, the more uneasy

found himself back

in bed. The IV drip

the foliage outside the window. His frail,

there’s only one bottle left for today. You can go deal with work first if you’re busy, Daddy. There’s no need to rush

gave Cedrick a prickling sensation in

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

lowered his gaze, looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick

“That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides, I will never find you annoying, and I’ll always

Benedict into his arms, enveloping the boy

yourself and laugh out loud 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 be serious like an

Benedict nestled his head against Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like something Zendy

right to express how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny. I won’t make fun

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

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

for his child disappeared completely as a result

I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to

wide, innocent

call the shots,