Evan Fairchild looked at his son with disdain.
'What's he so smug about!'
'Was the day he and his wife could go public really that far off?'
Melody Monroe sat in the passenger seat, holding the bouquet.
Evan Fairchild started the car and drove out of the underground garage.
"Why did you buy me such a huge bouquet?"
"Ian Monroe's birthday is coming up."
"Then that should be a gift for Ian."
"Why should that brat get anything? The day he was born was the day you suffered! If anyone's getting a gift, it's you."
Melody Monroe: ...
'What kind of father acts like that?'
"Isn't it the day after tomorrow? Why did you give it to me so early?"
"You went through such an ordeal to give birth to Ian Monroe. What's wrong with celebrating a couple of days early?"
Melody Monroe: ... 'You're the boss. Whatever you say.'
"About Jedediah Scott..."
