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

reading material even if he begs you for them. If my darling

strode back

back. His

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

so many obligations that there were still aspects of raising a

he had been so occupied with Benedict’s physical condition that he had neglected his psychological

he thought about it, the more uneasy

found himself back at

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

at the foliage outside the window. His frail, pale face made

Then, he looked up at the drip. “The professor who came to change my medication said there’s only one bottle left for today. You can go deal with work first if you’re busy, Daddy.

a prickling sensation

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

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

ill,” he said solemnly. “That doesn’t mean you’re not

enveloping the boy

You can cry if you’re sad, make a scene, and throw a tantrum. You shouldn’t have to pretend and be

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

can cry in front of me, Benny. I won’t make fun

want me to cry so much, Daddy? Do you cry in front of Mommy to gain her

Cedrick’s lips twitched.

he had just felt for his child disappeared completely as a

never shed a tear to gain sympathy. That’s what your mother does. She always

gave a wide, innocent smile.

the shots, and your