Everyone eagerly anticipated the news, especially Amelia, who understood Sylvia's struggles with conception. Although she would have been happy with either a boy or a girl, knowing the gender would bring peace of mind.

"Is everyone so concerned?" Eric's smile was infectious. "It's a girl!"

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room.

Henry joined in, his face beaming. "That's wonderful! Girls are cute and adorable and not as mischievous as boys. I prefer granddaughters!"

Amelia was quick to challenge him, saying, "If it were a boy, you'd definitely say you prefer grandsons! When Sylvester, Brook, and Connor were born, you kept praising how good boys were! Have you forgotten how unhappy you were then?"

Henry felt embarrassed under Amelia's direct scrutiny. "It's been so many years. Can we not bring it up anymore? Our family has a strong genetic predisposition for sons. It'd be a shame if we didn't have Sylvia, so granddaughters are great!"

His words left Amelia unable to re