My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 272

Lawrence sighed. "Having a boy or a girl isn't something anyone can control. Besides, even if he does have a son, so what? What belongs to our branch of the Langford family isn't going anywhere."

He refused to believe Lucian would dare hoard everything for himself.

Wouldn't he worry about the public backlash?

"What do you know!" Charlene shot him a glare. "Eleanor might not say it out loud, but she's always favored Lucian. Look at The Langford Group's core businesses right now—every single one is in Lucian's grip! And what about us? We get the scraps!"

Lawrence opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut.

Because everything Charlene said was true.

He hadn't had much of a presence in the company over the years. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight for his share; he simply couldn't win.

Lucian was ruthless, never leaving an inch of breathing room.

Just then, a commotion echoed from the entryway.

"Landon is back!" a maid announced, her voice bubbling with pleasant surprise.

Landon strolled through the doors, handing his luggage off to the staff.

He swept a glance over the tense scene in the living room and offered a casual smile.

"Dad, Mom. I'm home."

Charlene's demeanor flipped instantly. She hurried over with a beaming smile, grabbing her son's hands and looking him up and down. "You've lost weight. Were you not eating well in the UK?"

"Mom, I ate just fine," Landon replied, smoothly pulling his hands free. He dropped onto the sofa and crossed his legs. "What were you guys arguing about? I could hear you from the door."

Charlene shot Lawrence a warning look before sitting down next to her son, picking up the portfolio of socialites again.

"Landon, you're not getting any younger. I've picked out a few excellent girls for you. Take a look and see if anyone catches your eye."

And in those comparisons, Landon was always the screw-up.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up to him.

"So, Mom, you're telling me to hurry up, marry a socialite, have a son, and go to war with Lucian?"

Charlene flushed, slightly embarrassed by her son's bluntness.

But she quickly recovered her righteous indignation. "What do you mean 'go to war'? I'm looking out for your future! The Langford estate should be split evenly between both sides of the family. Why should Lucian get the lion's share?"

Landon didn't reply. He picked up an apple from the coffee table and took a loud, crisp bite.

Lawrence set his newspaper down, his tone resigned. "Landon, your mother has a point. Lucian is riding high right now, and we can't afford to be completely unprepared."

"Unprepared for what?" Landon tossed the apple core into the trash and wiped his hands. "Dad, Mom, did you guys forget something?"