Evan Fairchild was currently in Rockwellburg.
Though he desperately wanted to send Ian Monroe abroad—the kind of trip where he wouldn't come back for a year—the boy was still his own flesh and blood.
Besides, he still needed to use his son to get on his wife's good side.
So, no matter how busy he was or where he was, he would fly back at least once a week to spend a day or two with Ian Monroe.
Ian Monroe placed his homework in front of Evan Fairchild.
In truth, it didn't matter to him whether his father came back or not. What he really wanted was for his mother to come back and be with him.
"What is this supposed to be? Are these English letters? It looks like a bunch of worms crawling across the page!" Evan Fairchild was extremely dissatisfied with Ian Monroe's homework.
This was the first week Ian Monroe had learned how to hold a pen and write.
