---- The audience groaned in unison. "Enough already. Subject Two's just another armchair expert. Get rid of him." "Raising kids is hard for anyone." "Parents and kids will never fully understand each other." The system was preparing to declare Subject Two's failure when I interrupted. "Wait. I'd like to give Sean another chance." The murmurs began immediately. "She really is a loving mother. Even after all that, she still wants to give him another chance? Incredible." Damion, for his part, turned to me, his voice tinged with hope. "Honey, can you give mea chance too? Let me step down from this trial." On the screen, Subject Two heard my voice and clung to it like a lifeline. "Mom! I knew you loved me. I'll listen to you from ---- now on, I promise!"" I smiled faintly. "I have one condition. Both Subject Two and Sean must retain their current memories." The system agreed, and within moments, Sean's consciousness split in two- Subject Two, the simulated mother, and Sean, the boy, both carrying their full recollections. This time, there was no cocky arrogance. Subject Two's face was grim with determination. "T'll do it right. This time, I'll be a good mother." Sean, too, seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Without a word, he picked up a pen and began studying. The audience wasn't entirely convinced. "Adeline's setting herself up for disaster. If they both retain all the memories from the previous trial, he'll know what to do this time. She's asking for trouble." "A kid like that isn't worth saving." ---- Damion, however, let out a visible sigh of relief, his lips curving into a faint smile. But being a mother isn't simple. Now carrying two sets of memories, Sean faced a dual challenge: helping Subject Two become the perfect mom and improving his own grades. Subject Two was more cautious this time, and didn't waste money frivolously. She hired a tutor anda nutritionist, carefully managing young Sean's diet and education. Yet, with limited funds left, Subject Two tread carefully. Subject Two avoided risky investments, opting instead to resign from her physical labor job in pursuit of a more refined image. After all, an ideal mother wasn't supposed to be tired or look shabby. But her strategy wasn't without flaws. One day, she quietly took Damion's credit card. "A great mom also needs to manage family finances," Subject Two justified smugly. "My mom couldn't do it, but Ican." ---- Damion nearly exploded when he saw that. "That little brat! He knew my password all along?!" Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!