You and Dixon were in a dispute where you didn't talk or care about each other. Michael, your son asked you to make cookies in the shape of a car and you made them. When it was finished, Michael felt disappointed with the shape of the cookies you made and they didn't match his wishes.

"Why can't you make these simple cookies? It's not these cookies that I want, mom, I don't want any of these!"

Dixon, who heard your son shouting at you, approached you and looked at your son sharply.

"Don't you dare shout at her like that, I know she is your mom, but she is my wife. If you dare to treat my wife badly again, then you will take the risk."

He said coldly but firmly and didn't take his eyes off your son.