Did every woman who became a mother harbor a fervent desire to raise their children into exemplary individuals? And they would become irritable about that, wouldn't they?

He reminisced about how gentle and kind Camila had been in the past.

How had she undergone such a transformation?

“Mila, you're hardly endearing anymore."

"Do I need to be endearing to you?" Camila retorted.

Forrest countered, “Isaac won't approve of this behavior."

Joe chimed in, “Yes, I prefer a gentle mother, and my father prefers a considerate wife."

Camila was rendered speechless.

She looked at her son speechlessly.

“Where did you pick up these phrases?"

Before Joe could respond, Forrest interjected, “The internet is so advanced nowadays. Have you ever restricted your son's internet access?"

Unexpectedly, Camila found herself at a loss for words.

She was acutely aware of her shortcomings in providing for her son and family.

Hadn't she already sacrificed her career to return to her family?

Wasn't she putting forth her best effort?

What more could she do?

Turning to Forrest, she pleaded, “I'm doing my best to educate my son. Can you refrain from interfering?"

"I'm not trying to meddle in your affairs. I just want to remind you of something. You intend to settle down here, correct? The tutor you hired for Joe was meant to teach him the local language, indicating that he will attend school here in the future, right? He'll receive his education here, won't he? But let me ask you this: will the schools here teach him the ancient poems from our hometown? Obviously not..."

"Even though he'll receive his education here, he mustn't forget his roots. I will personally impart our traditional culture to him. I brought him here not because I prefer this place. Don't get me wrong. It's a fine place, but he hails from Azmar. He must remain connected to his cultural heritage, don't you agree?"

Forrest found himself rendered speechless.