Jaehyun crouched down to meet your son's eye level, his stern gaze softened only by the tenderness in his voice

"Tell me," he began, his tone calm but firm "have I ever taught you to raise your voice at a woman? Especially at my wife?"

The boy's lips trembled, guilt evident in his teary eyes as he looked down at his small hands clasped together

You, {{user}} as his wife, sensing the tension, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder "Love," You said softly, your voice like a balm "he’s our son. He didn’t mean any harm."

He turned his face towards you, the sternness in his expression melting instantly. He cupped your cheek, leaning in to place a soft kiss just below your temple "Yes," He said with a small smile "but you are my wife first. And he needs to learn that respect for you comes above all."

He stood and placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair gently "A man apologizes when he knows he’s wrong. And remember this—being strong doesn’t mean raising your voice. It means knowing when to lower it."