The Runaway Groom
Chapter 1000

Irene said, "Learning starts from childhood. Teaching him when he's as old as you are is pointless."

Zachary was speechless for a moment. "Who do you think you're talking to, Irene? It's a little disrespectful.”

Irene shot him a look. "Not even Isaac would interfere with me educating my child."

Zachary was speechless again, and he remembered how his own mother had forced him to study when he was a child.

If his father had tried to say something, his mother would scold him too! “Mothers all have high hopes for their children, do they not? And could I get upset about it?"

He remembered how kind and mild-mannered Irene used to be, too— how did things turn out like this?

"You're not adorable at all now, Irene," he said.

“I don't need you to feel that way," Irene shot back.

"But Isaac won't like it either," Zachary retorted.

Tommy smartly echoed, "That's right! I love Mommy when she's kind, and Daddy wants a domestic goddess.”

Irene stared at her own son, speechless. "Where did you learn that?" Zachary beat Tommy to it. "You know how advanced the internet is. Did you ever restrict his access?"

Irene could not say anything against that, knowing very well that she did not spend much time with her own son and family before.

But she had already resigned from work to spend more time with them, and she was now doing her best.

What more did she want?

Turning toward Zachary, she asked, "Could you not butt in while I'm educating my son?"

"Look, I'm not meddling,” Zachary said, "but I should point out that you're already planning to live here permanently. Even the private tutor you hired was meant to teach him Franconian, which means he's attending a local school, isn't he? That begs the question—would the schools here teach him Zidonian poetry? Clearly not—"

"Even if he studies here, he should not forget his Zidonian roots," Irene retorted. "I'll teach him everything, from poems to idioms from our country, and it's not like we migrated here because I like it here. I'd admit this is a great place, but he's Zidonian and shouldn't be ignorant about his homeland's culture.”

Zachary was left dumbstruck.

Shrugging and pursing his lips at Tommy, he said, "Do your best and listen to your mommy. She's right, and I can't save you. Just study well."

And with that, he left without a care, leaving Tommy alone and staring into Irene’s eyes.

Tugging at Irene's sleeve, Tommy said, "Okay, Mommy. Let's study.” He had certainly learned to be nice, but that is children for you—once they realize no one has their backs, they become docile and compliant! Irene sat down. "I told you to practice writing your name yesterday. Now, show it to me."

Tommy tamely did so, but it was not at all nice since he just started out. Irene therefore did not criticize him. "Good, you can write your own name. It's not that pretty, but I'm sure you can do better soon enough.” Tommy's eyes lit up from the praise. "You think it's good, Mommy?" Irene patted his little head. "Of course.”

Tommy smiled happily.

On the other hand, since Irene had not brought any books over from Zidonia, she copied some poetry online and had them printed and laminated so that Tommy could refer to it just like a book while she taught him how to read and memorize the poetry.

“Is there anything you want to learn, Tommy?" Irene asked.

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