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.

with the strange old

weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling nephew grows up messed up, I won’t ever forgive

strode back to

was a mess during his walk back. His heart, too, was filled with a complicated mix

owed Benedict. They had been spending every waking hour of the past couple of

Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising

only on that day that he realized he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he had neglected his psychological

he thought about it, the more uneasy he

found himself back at

open the door and saw that Benedict was in bed. The IV drip

and staring at the foliage outside the window.

one bottle left for today. You can go deal

a

smiled at his son. “Are you worried that I would

looking sorrowful. “I’ve been sick

a deep breath, suppressing the heavy feeling in his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides, I will never find you annoying,

arms, enveloping the boy in a father’s vast,

have to pretend and be serious like an adult.

father’s embrace, Benedict nestled his head against Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like something Zendy would do, Daddy. I’m a

they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny. I won’t make fun of you for

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

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

for his child disappeared completely

long time before correcting his son, “Says who? I’ve never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always pulls that tactic when she wants to apologize to me, which is how

gave a wide, innocent

course. I call the