Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

Evan Fairchild’s full weight was on her, and she could barely hold him up!

"Mr. Fairchild," she called out.

But Evan Fairchild didn’t react at all.

’Wasn’t he just fine a moment ago? How did this suddenly happen?’

’She had just thought he was pretending, but now she wasn’t so sure. Was he drunk or not?’

Melody Monroe and Ian Monroe struggled to help Evan Fairchild onto the bed.

Ian Monroe quickly took off Evan Fairchild’s shoes and pulled the covers over him.

"Mommy, Mr. Fairchild is drunk. Let’s just let him sleep. Can we go play for a while? That hanging chair is so much fun!" Ian Monroe said, tugging on Melody Monroe’s hand and shaking it gently.

Evan Fairchild: !!!

Melody Monroe glanced back at Mr. Fairchild on the bed, then looked at Ian Monroe and slowly nodded.

"Mommy, come on!"

When Ian tugged, Melody Monroe nearly stumbled. "Sweetheart, slow down."

Ian Monroe let go of his mother’s hand and ran outside.

Melody Monroe staggered outside. She felt as if everything around her was swaying. Objects doubled and blurred before her eyes.

Despite this, her mind was still clear. She knew what she was doing.

"Mommy, you sit here. I’ll push you."

Melody Monroe sat in the hanging chair, and Ian Monroe pushed her with all his might.

The moment the chair swayed, Melody Monroe felt even dizzier. She quickly said to Ian Monroe, "Come here. Mommy will hold you, and we can sit together."

Ian Monroe immediately dove into his mother’s arms. The two of them leaned back in the hanging chair, gazing at the moonlit sky as they swayed gently.

"Mommy, why is your face so red? Are you sick?" Ian Monroe reached out his little hand to touch his mother’s cheek.

"Mommy had a little bit of wine. I’m just a little dizzy," Melody Monroe explained softly.

By now, the sky had completely darkened. Perhaps because of the lack of city lights, the night sky seemed especially dark, making the stars appear exceptionally bright and brilliant.

A gentle breeze washed over them, and Melody Monroe instantly felt much better.

’Maybe I really did drink too much today,’ she thought. She had never felt so pleasantly light-headed before.

"Mommy, is there really an Elara and a little rabbit on the moon? Mommy, can you tell me a story about Elara?"

"A story about Elara? Hmm, let Mommy think."

Ian Monroe waited with an expectant look on his face.

"How about Mommy tells Ian the story of Elara flying to the moon?"

"Okay!"

"Wait, how does the story start again?" Melody Monroe patted her fuzzy head, thought for a moment, and then began slowly, "Once upon a time, there were ten suns in the sky..."

Evan Fairchild flung off the covers!

’I really want to send Ian Monroe packing! All the way to the heavens!’

’The world outside was peaceful and beautiful, but in here, I’m being tortured by ten suns!’

Melody Monroe recited the opening, but her mind was a jumble. "No, that’s not right."

"Then how does it go?" Ian Monroe immediately asked.

"There was a man named Malachi, and he had a Divine Brush. One day, he drew ten suns."

Ian Monroe tilted his little head, feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

"Mommy, why did Malachi draw ten suns?"

"He... well, he had the Divine Brush, right? And with that brush, whatever he painted would become real."

"Oh!" Ian Monroe nodded eagerly.

"So then, he wanted to draw the sun. Maybe he drew one, took a look, and wasn’t happy with it. Then he drew another one, looked at it, and still wasn’t happy. So in one breath, he just drew ten of them."