My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 339

One of the socialites quickly chimed in, "Well, the situation is a bit different. Lucian is the direct heir, and his son is the next in line. It's completely normal for Eleanor to favor him a bit more."

Charlene's smile stiffened for a fraction of a second before she quickly recovered her composure. "Yes, of course it's normal. Our Landon never fights with Lucian over anything."

Her words were carefully crafted to sound magnanimous, but anyone with an ounce of social awareness could see right through her bitter resentment.

Another woman smoothly pivoted the conversation to ease the tension. "Your Landon is doing incredibly well for himself though. I heard he's gotten quite close to the Monroes lately? Howard Monroe has notoriously high standards. If he approves of Landon, it proves your son is truly exceptional."

The corners of Charlene's lips curled up in smug satisfaction. "Oh, you're far too kind. The young people just get along well. We parents really don't have much say in these things."

She feigned modesty, but the triumphant gleam in her eyes was impossible to mask.

While the Monroe family's status in Capital City wasn't quite on the same absolute level as the Langfords', they had spent decades building impenetrable political and corporate networks. Their roots ran incredibly deep.

If Landon actually managed to marry Melody, he would be instantly plugged into a massive new power structure. His standing within the Langford family would skyrocket overnight.

Every single woman at that table knew exactly what game Charlene was playing, though no one was rude enough to say it out loud.

Across the room, Lawrence sat at the men's table, sipping tea with a few influential old friends.

"Lawrence, your boy has been making some serious waves lately," a distinguished older gentleman remarked with a chuckle. "First he's seen rubbing shoulders with the Monroes, and now I hear he's aggressively courting a major tech company. Is he gearing up for a big takeover?"

Lawrence set down his teacup, his expression perfectly composed. "That's just young people trying to make a name for themselves. I don't interfere in his business."

"You're quite the relaxed father."

The older gentleman suddenly leaned in, lowering his voice. "But you know Lucian is no pushover. If Landon wants to go toe-to-toe with him in the business world, it won't be easy."

Lawrence didn't respond, simply picking up his cup for another slow sip.

He was acutely aware that Lucian was a terrifying opponent.

But he also knew his son wasn't the type to strike without a solid plan.

In the past, even Lawrence had believed his son was just an incompetent playboy who only cared about partying.

"Not at all. I'm just so happy," Eleanor brushed it off, reaching out to gently pinch Little Bean's soft cheek.

"Hudson was such an angel today. He didn't cry once. He's already far better behaved than his father was at that age."

Lucian, who was just walking up to them, paused in his tracks. "Grandma Eleanor, I never cried when I was little either."

"You call that not crying?" Eleanor ruthlessly exposed him. "You just kept a straight face the entire time like a grumpy old man."

Lucian: "..."

Seraphina couldn't hold back her laughter.

She could instantly picture a tiny Lucian glaring at everyone with a deadpan expression, and the visual was simply too hilarious.

In her arms, Little Bean began to giggle uncontrollably, almost as if he were joining in on mocking his own father.

Lucian looked at his wife and son laughing at his expense and let out a deeply helpless sigh.