Chapter 587: Raising a Daughter Is a Father’s Greatest Heartbreak

Ian Monroe looked up at his mother. ’Can I just pry this little hand off? It’s gripping so tightly.’

Sweetie just stared at him, her big eyes sparkling, her long eyelashes like two tiny, thick brushes. Suddenly, her little mouth split into a wide grin.

She babbled, making sounds no one could understand.

"Baby girl, you’ve got game! Already know how to flirt with cute little boys! You’re way better than your mommy!" Candy said, laughing as she teased her daughter.

Melody Monroe felt a headache coming on.

’What do you even call this?’

’Is this destiny?’

She glanced worriedly at her son. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Sweetie was only eight months old, after all, so her grip wasn’t that strong. It loosened after a moment, and Ian Monroe seized the opportunity to bolt away.

Sweetie was not happy about that. She pointed in Ian Monroe’s direction, gesturing for Shawn Fisher to carry her and give chase.

Shawn Fisher’s face darkened.

’She’s this young and already wants me to carry her to chase after a boy. My poor heart... it’s been shattered to dust.’

"Ian," Melody called out.

Ian Monroe immediately stopped and obediently returned to his mother’s side.

"Why don’t you go play with the little girl for a bit, okay?"

"Okay." Ian Monroe nodded, dutifully walked over to the sofa, and sat down beside Sweetie.

The moment he got close, Sweetie immediately lunged for him.

But her father was holding her too tightly; she couldn’t struggle free no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing this, Candy slapped Shawn Fisher’s hand hard, snatched her daughter away, and placed her right beside Ian Monroe.

"Go on, play with your new friend."

Sweetie, at only eight months old, could already stand up by holding onto things. She used the sofa to pull herself up and immediately threw her arms around Ian Monroe.

Ian Monroe: ...

’What is this Tubby trying to do!?’

He realized he was starting to panic a little.

’Is she treating me like a toy?’

’She’s touching my ear?’

’Now she’s touching my nose!’

’And my mouth.’

’What else?! No kissing!’

’There’s drool!’

Ian’s face was all wet. This Tubby hadn’t stopped, gnawing on his cheek as if it were an apple!

With only a few baby teeth, it didn’t hurt, but it was a little itchy.

’I really want to go wash my face! But this Tubby is stuck to me, and she’s so heavy!’

Shawn Fisher turned his head away. He really couldn’t bear to watch.

’They say raising a daughter is what breaks a father’s heart the most.’

’The next one has to be a boy.’

’So he can go and break some other father’s heart for a change!’

For Ian Monroe, this birthday was a nightmare, and the source of that nightmare was that Tubby!

When it was finally time to eat, Ian Monroe at last found a chance to escape.

Melody Monroe got the cake ready and put the candles on top.

Ian Monroe was in a terrible mood. At least that Tubby had her milk and fallen asleep.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have been in the mood to blow out his candles.

Melody Monroe noted Ian’s unhappiness. ’Can it really not be changed?’ she wondered.

When Evan Fairchild came out and saw the foul look on his son’s face, he couldn’t stop smiling. ’Well, this is a rare sight! So the kid *can* get angry enough to make a face like that.’

"Ian, make a wish."

Ian Monroe folded his arms, closed his eyes, and very devoutly made a wish.

"Time to blow out the candles!"

After he blew out the candles, Melody Monroe sliced the cake. Seeing Ian Monroe’s sullen expression, she playfully dabbed a bit of cream on the tip of his nose.

Ian Monroe looked at his mother, and a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Mom."

"You’re welcome," Melody replied softly. "Alright, let’s eat."

After dinner, the guests began to take their leave. As the young host of the party, Ian Monroe stood with his parents to see them off.

Suddenly, Sweetie, who was asleep in Candy’s arms, woke up.