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 the strange old man

or not, Eugene, but you will not give Benny any more weird reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling nephew grows up messed up,

strode back

back. His heart, too, was filled with a complicated

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

helm of both their distinguished families, he and Gwendolyn had so many obligations that there were

that day that he realized he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he

he thought about it,

himself back at

the door and saw that Benedict was in bed. The IV drip hanging above him had not

was sitting quietly and staring at the foliage outside the window. His frail, pale face

“The professor who came to change my medication said there’s only one bottle left for today. You can go deal with

words gave Cedrick a prickling

of the bed and smiled at his son. “Are you worried that I would be annoyed, Benny?”

been sick since I was born.

his heart. “Everybody falls ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not normal, Benny. Besides, I will never find you

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

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 adult.

father’s embrace, Benedict nestled his head against Cedrick’s chest. “Making a scene and throwing a tantrum sounds like

to express how they feel, too,” Cedrick said. “You can cry in front of me, Benny.

to cry so much, Daddy? Do

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

had just felt for his child disappeared completely as

what your mother does. She always pulls

gave a wide, innocent

call the shots,