Chapter 577: Choosing a Mother

He resembled Melody Monroe more, but when seen with Evan Fairchild, he also looked a lot like him.

Perhaps this was what they called a "couple’s resemblance."

Rose Shaw walked to Ian Monroe’s side and took his small hand. "Don’t be nervous. If there’s a question you don’t know how to answer, you don’t have to."

"Okay." Ian Monroe nodded.

"Alright, it’s about time. Let’s go out."

Melody Monroe took Ian Monroe’s little hand and was the first to walk out.

The moment the two of them appeared, the media’s cameras turned on them, and flashbulbs blinked incessantly. The flashes only stopped once they were seated.

"Hello, everyone. I’m Melody Monroe. I’m very glad you could all attend this press conference. This is my son, Ian Monroe." Melody Monroe stood up to introduce him.

"Hello, everyone. I’m Ian Monroe." Ian Monroe stood up calmly and stated his name.

Rose Shaw observed Ian Monroe’s composure, noting his natural air of grace and stability. ’To have such presence at such a young age,’ she thought, ’one has to marvel at the power of his genes.’

The media was also stunned by Ian Monroe’s demeanor.

’This kid’s about to turn four, isn’t he?’

’He’s only four!’

’Shouldn’t a child in this kind of situation be clinging to his mother’s leg? Even the bravest kid would show some shyness, right?’

They had guessed wrong.

Ian Monroe simply wasn’t born with that kind of disposition. The only time he had ever truly felt afraid was when he overheard Rose Shaw say he would be sent away and might never see his mother again. Other than that, he had never feared a thing.

"I’m deeply sorry..." Melody Monroe began to speak again.

"Mom." Ian Monroe interrupted Melody Monroe, standing up. "I don’t think my mom did anything wrong, and she doesn’t need to apologize to anyone."

The moment he said this, the entire venue fell deathly silent.

"I happened to see a poem in a book, and I’d like to share it with everyone," Ian Monroe continued, even walking around to the front of the stage to face all the reporters directly.

Seeing this, the people watching the livestream were also stunned.

"His presence is so strong!"

"This kid is destined for greatness!"

"Oh my god! I’m in love!"

"Ian, I’ll wait for you to grow up! This big sis won’t marry anyone but you."

"Ian is so fierce!"

"Exactly! Why should she apologize? Do single moms not have human rights? It’s my womb—I’ll have a baby if I want to!"

Evan Fairchild watched the online comments, his brows knitted tightly.

’A single mother? Where did they get that ridiculous idea?!’

’You’re the single parent! Your whole family is single parents!’

"You ask me what I was doing before I was born

I’ll tell you, I was in heaven, picking my mom

I saw you

and I thought you were especially wonderful

I wanted to be your son

but I didn’t think I’d be that lucky

I never expected

that the next morning

I was already in your tummy."

After Ian Monroe finished reciting the poem, the vast conference hall fell silent.

This poem was already one that countless mothers had no defense against. But hearing it recited, word by word, in that innocent, young voice, they instantly burst into tears!

Countless netizens online were a weeping mess.

"How can this kid be so cute!"

"For a moment, I felt like it wasn’t until I had my child that I understood the meaning of coming into this world."

"I’m a mother too. You don’t know how great a mother’s love is until you raise a child. I love my child, and I love my mother too."

Evan Fairchild watched Ian Monroe, his eyes filled with gratification.

’This kid really has a mind of his own.’

He came up with those words himself.

"President Fairchild, now that Master Hale has been revealed to the public, do you think your family will notice something amiss?"

"Those who can’t see it, still won’t. As for those who can, we couldn’t have hidden it from them even without this."