The Ex and Her Riches
Chapter 739

Chapter 739

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 mostChanaeans 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 latercontacted 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 standingbefore 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 abook.

Its title was How Do People With Paranoid Personality Disorder Turn Into Murderers?

Cedrick’s heart lurched, replaceing the book title spine-chilling.

In a stern voice, he confronted Eugene, “You’re bringing an inappropriate book for my son again. As aprofessor in the lab, why aren’t you trying to be a good role model? Why are you trying to lead a childastray? 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’realways absent despite being his father, so what’s wrong with me talking about books with him when I’mfree? 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. Whyare 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 thesebooks. 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.

“Please don’t bring books like these for my son anymore. If I replace out that you’re still doing this, I mightreport this incident to Federal Bureau of Investigation. Wicked people shouldn’t be staying in a lab likethis and should be terminated from their position.”

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

Cedrick watched until he was gone from the stairwell before returning to the room and closing the doorbehind him.

He had a grimace on his face, and the tension in the room was thick.

Benedict’s head was hanging as if he knew the mistake he had made.

“Sorry about lying just now, Daddy.”

He then turned around and took out a thin ruler from the bedside table’s drawer before passing it toCedrick.

“You can punish me. I’m sorry.”

When Cedrick saw him roughly flipping his hand around and making the blood flow back into thetubing, his heart skipped a beat.

“Benny…”

Cedrick took away the ruler from the boy before turning his hand around and massaging his wrist.

Benedict continued to purse his lips, not daring to look at his father. “I need to write with my right hand,so maybe you should hit my bottom like how you used to punish Zendaya.”

Benedict had been an ill boy since young, and he spent most of his time on a lab bed. Thus, Cedricknever dared to lay a finger on the boy.

When he saw how miserable Benedict looked when he asked to be punished, Cedrick’s heart softenedeven more.

“I wasn’t thinking of punishing you. I just hope that you’ll keep a distance away from Mr. Eugene fromnow on.”

Benedict blinked. “But… I lied too. Are you not angry with me?”

Indeed, Benedict should not have lied. Hence, Cedrick pinched his cheeks, only using a little moreforce than usual.

“This will be your punishment. However, I have a rule. I’ll let things slide this time. If you don’t changeand continue lying, I’ll definitely punish you severely. I’ll make it so painful you’ll never forget about it forthe rest of your life.”

Benedict’s face paled, a little fearful of his father’s warning.

“I understand. I won’t do it again.”

Cedrick then gently rubbed the red spot he had pinched earlier, unable to bring himself to say anythingharsher than that.

“It was my fault. I couldn’t keep you company that often. From now on, I’ll replace ways to come here everyday.”

Benedict pouted gloomily. “It’s not your fault. I’m a big kid already. I don’t need you to stop workbecause of an IV therapy. I’ll feel bad if you do.”

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

Thus, he did not want his father to spend more time keeping his company.

When his mother had been the one keeping him company for the IV therapies, he had been able toeasily divert her attention. His father, on the other hand, was much harder to deal with.

Cedrick did not know what was on Benedict’s mind, but it was clear that the boy was thinking of nothinggood from what he could see of his expression.

“You don’t need to feel bad about it. If you have any pranks you want to do, you can tell me aboutthem. I might not stop you from doing some of them.”

It was normal for children to be mischievous, but there was something amiss about Benedict.

Cedrick did not know if Benedict had been influenced by the books Eugene had brought to him, but hewas certainly taken aback when he heard that Benedict wanted to stab Charles with a needle athousand times.

Zendaya would have never thought of a wicked idea like that.

Cedrick let out a silent sigh and decided that he was going to slowly correct Benedict’s mindset.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Benedict tilted his neck and leaned over. “Daddy, what are youthinking about? Are you really going to accompany me for all of my IV therapies?”

At that, Cedrick returned to reality and asked, “Are you not happy about that, Benny?”

“I am!” Benedict forced out with a tense smile.

Not wanting to dwell on that, Cedrick took a toothpick and passed him a slice of peach. “Eat more.”

…

Everyone was busy the entire day.

After cleaning the lab’s restroom, Charles changed into his suit in his car before driving to NewtonGroup.

Checking the time, he guessed that it was almost time for Whitney to get off work.

Isaac, his assistant, knew that he was on his way, so he was already waiting in the parking lot by thetime Charles arrived.

Once Charles’ car came to a stop, Isaac hurried over to open the door for him.

As Charles got out of the car, he casually asked, “How are things today?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Newton. Everything is running smoothly.”

Charles gave him a cold look in silence before striding toward the CEO’s private elevator in thebuilding.

Isaac stiffened for a second before realizing what was happening. He then hurried after Charles.

“Mr. Newton, it’s Mrs. Newton— I mean, Ms. Mellor’s first day at work today, and she has beenperforming all right. I checked on her a few times earlier, and it looks like she has adapted quickly andis in a good mood.”

Charles hummed in response, seemingly unfazed by Isaac’s report.

Hearing that, Isaac sighed in relief. Sure enough, Charles was there for Whitney.

The two of them then went into the elevator.

Initially, Charles had wanted to head straight for the highest floor, but he realized that there were fewlevels that the private elevator would go to.

Thus, he went out of the elevator and headed for the normal elevator instead.

Isaac silently followed him.

Ding!

The elevator arrived.

Isaac cautiously leaned over to whisper, “Ms. Mellor’s logistics department is located on the fifteenthfloor, Mr. Newton.”

Apathetically, Charles glanced at Isaac and questioned, “Did I ask you that?”

“My apologies for overstepping.”

At that, Charles fell silent and hovered his finger over the buttons.

Upon raking his gaze across them, he finally pressed the button on the fifteenth floor.

Isaac took much effort in suppressing his laughter as he stood behind Charles.