I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

Alexid’s lips moved, he was crouching under my bed sheet and waiting for me to wake up.

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Tears flowed down like a waterfall.

Oh, my.
This kid is crying as if his parents already went to heaven.

“Stop crying.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
But.”

I can’t believe he’s called cold-blooded after he grows up.
Shouldn’t there be at least a middle ground? How can this kid cry every other day? I don’t know if I’m just being overly sensitive or    .
.
.

Seriously, Veronica married a waste.

“Jeje made Lulu cry.”

“Okay, okay.
Stop crying!”

“Hiing .
.
.”

“Thank you.
You did a great job.”

Only then did I blink and sighed in relief.
Alexid, who wiped away the tears in his eyes, said.
“Right? I did a good job, right?”

“But you can’t just use your fists carelessly.”

I’m saying this because I’m an adult, brother.
You’ll be in trouble if you hit people carelessly.
You’ll be in big trouble! You might end up paying for it.

“It’s a bad thing to hit people.”

I explained it at the child’s level.

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Oh, you little bean-sized guy.
From now on, call me older sister.

“Bad.”

“A good person once said not to hit people recklessly.
Even Sid knows that.”

Blinking and nodding, Alexid listened to me like the cute child that he was.

If you look at it like this, I think he’s getting adorable.
Are you crazy, Lulu?

Be realistic.

I shook my head and patted Alexid’s head.

Soon after, my mom and dad came into the room.

“Oh, my.
Sid.”

“Oh, mom.”

“Do you still hate mom?” asked mom.
“Don’t you?”

Alexid pondered for a moment and shook his head.
“No.
I don’t hate you.”

“Are you going to apologize to Gerald”?

Alexid blinked his eyes and nodded.

“Come here, my son.”

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Alexid jumped up and landed in our mother’s arms.
Mom wiped Alexid’s tears and runny nose with a handkerchief.

“My son is like someone, so he cries a lot and has a soft heart.”

“Because I resemble my dad,” Alexid muttered.

My dad, standing behind my mom, flinched and coughed in vain.
“Instead, Lulu said that she looked like her mom.”

Alexid chatted to see if he was feeling better.
Young children had no secrets.
In addition, Alexid is not someone who could be used as a medicine for wits.
He had no secrets at all.

No matter what happened, he had to talk loudly to relieve his thoughts.

How can a kid like that become a cool-headed knight?

Growth and time are such magic.

“Huh? Is that so?”

“Yes! Lulu is playful and teases people like her mom!”

Mom’s smile gradually hardened.

Oh my.

“Who said that?” asked Mom.

“Dad said that!” Alexid answered brightly.

“When did you do that?”

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“Before, before, before, before!”

“Alexid, you promised to keep it a secret with dad,” Dad said as he took a sigh of defeat.

“Whew .
.
.
You can tell your mom the secret.”

I can’t believe dad thought about making a secret with Alexid.
My dad is really .
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.

The case ended with Mom kicking our father in the shin.

Me and Gerald, who became dirty with tears, attended the dinner after washing our faces.
After taking turns of greeting the attendees, the most humiliating moment came back.

Sighing, she said, “Grandmother.”

Oh my god.
What do you mean by reading our letters?

My hands and feet were cringing with shame.

Gerald prepared another gift instead of a letter, and Alexid’s letter was chosen because it was simply easy to read.

All the eyes of the adults were on me.

“Dean.
I heard you recommended Lulu this time.”

“Of course.
Lulu is the smartest and best handwriting in the world.”

My face turned red.

“My beloved grandmother.
Congratulations on your birthday today .
.
.”!

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When I grow up, I shouldn’t make young people do this .
.
.

The life of an eight-year-old is such a humiliating feat.

* * *

Do you mean medicine? However, I’ve never heard of using monsters to make treatments, little lady.
Monsters’ bodies are highly toxic and cannot be used.

Billiers understood exactly what I was saying.

However, what made the most progress in the future was the treatment of drug using monsters.
And Billiers also saw that there was an answer.

“Well .
.
.”

Of course, I knew that monsters were highly toxic.
In addition, one would not even know which part to use or which monster is the cause.

Obviously, it was a difficult task.

Since monsters had different levels of toxicity, the drugs that each individual has to use will also be different.

All I could limit were the places where my dad went to subjugate monsters.
And there was one place where the monster wave will take place this winter.

I also remembered the types of monsters that were the most rampant from when I was seven to ten years old.

I wanted to believe that there was an answer in it.

“Jeje.
Give me the ink there.”

He pushed a container of black ink toward me without a word.