Chapter 611: The So-called Ace Card

Mrs. Fairchild was here, tending to her flowers and plants.

Argent was still a bit chilly, so the plants had to be kept in the greenhouse and couldn’t be moved outside yet.

“Mrs. Fairchild,” Megan Langdon called out sweetly.

“Megan, what brings you here? Didn’t you go to Jansburg to teach?” Mrs. Fairchild asked, a little surprised.

“I’ve sorted out my work arrangements. I don’t officially start until the first of next month, so I took the opportunity to come back and see you.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you. Since you’ve decided to work in the country, you should take some time to get used to the environment. You don’t need to be running around and making special trips back just to see me.”

“I don’t have anything else to do anyway, and I missed you.”

Mrs. Fairchild looked at Megan Langdon and sighed inwardly.

Zoe and Noelle had both told her not to let Megan get her hopes up. Her third son truly had no such intentions, but she could see Megan’s feelings as clear as day.

She also felt that Megan had been visiting a bit too often lately.

It all meant that Megan was still holding onto some hope, centered on her.

‘In that case, I should probably put an end to that sliver of hope.’

“I guess I just wasn’t fated to have a considerate daughter like you. But then again, if it weren’t for my husband and your father being friends despite their age gap, at your age, you could only be my granddaughter.”

Hearing this, the smile on Megan Langdon’s face froze. ‘What does Mrs. Fairchild mean by this?’

“Mrs. Fairchild, you have two such considerate daughters-in-law. That’s the same as having daughters.”

“That’s true. I truly do dote on Zoe and Noelle as if they were my own daughters.”

“I wish I could be so fortunate as to be doted on by you like that, Mrs. Fairchild.”

“Well, I’ll have to find some time to talk to your parents and see if they’re willing to part with you and let you be my goddaughter,” Mrs. Fairchild said, taking Megan Langdon’s hand in a half-joking manner.

Megan Langdon’s expression stiffened again.

How could she not understand the meaning behind Mrs. Fairchild’s words?

She had seen with her own eyes since childhood how much the Fairchild family doted on Evan Fairchild.

They would never force Evan Fairchild to do anything he didn’t want to do.

And Evan Fairchild had never liked her, not since they were children.

She had come on this trip full of hope, only to have Mrs. Fairchild say these things to her.

“My parents would be very happy to hear that,” Megan Langdon replied softly.

“Your parents only have you as a daughter, how could I bear to snatch you away from them? The fact that you come to see me like this is more than enough to satisfy me.”

Megan Langdon just smiled and said nothing.

“Did you see Leo when you were in Jansburg this time?”

“I did.”

“You kids these days… you’re so different from our generation. The things you think about, the things you do—they’re all different. And your marriages are the biggest headache for us adults. Leo isn’t getting any younger either, just like his third uncle. At least his third uncle promised me this year that he would definitely bring a wife home. We have to get the younger uncle’s marriage settled first, then we can worry about Leo and Vera. Honestly, none of these kids give us a moment’s peace.”

If what she’d just said wasn’t clear enough, then this sentence completely shattered Megan Langdon’s hopes.

A bitter feeling washed over Megan Langdon. She had always thought she could rely on Mrs. Fairchild, that Mrs. Fairchild was her trump card.

If Evan Fairchild hadn’t fallen for anyone, her trump card might still have been of some use.

But if Evan Fairchild had fallen for someone else, someone he wanted to marry, then this card was completely useless.

“Mrs. Fairchild, you don’t need to worry too much. Since Evan made a promise like that, he will definitely keep his word.”