Chapter 613: Owed a Huge Favor

She listened at the door for a moment and realized everything Megan Langdon was saying was about Melody Monroe.

‘Could Megan have discovered something?’

Although she wasn’t overtly badmouthing Melody Monroe—it just sounded like casual gossip—the fact that she was saying it to the old matriarch made her intentions rather suspicious.

She had always thought of Megan Langdon as a sweet, well-behaved girl.

Today was a real eye-opener.

“Mom,” Noelle Grant said as she pushed the door open.

When Megan Langdon saw who had arrived, she immediately smiled and nodded.

“Oh, Megan, you’re here too? I thought you went to Jansburg?” Noelle Grant asked casually as she placed the tea tray on the coffee table.

“I came to see Mrs. Fairchild. I was missing her.”

“Didn’t you visit just before you went to Jansburg? It’s only been a few days. You put me to shame as her daughter-in-law; I don’t visit nearly as often as you do! If outsiders found out, they’d surely accuse me of being unfilial.” Noelle Grant stepped forward and took over helping the old matriarch from Megan Langdon.

She helped her sit down by the coffee table.

Megan Langdon looked a little awkward as she followed them to the coffee table.

“It sounded like you two were having a good time chatting. What were you talking about?”

“We were talking about Melody Monroe.”

“Oh! Old Third’s rumored girlfriend!” Noelle Grant’s face instantly lit up. “Mom, I know all about this! Want to hear? I’ll tell you everything!”

“I’m not as much of a gossip as you are. I’ve been sitting all morning and I’m a little tired. You keep Megan company; I’m going to go rest for a bit.” Mrs. Fairchild stood up and walked out of the conservatory.

“Of course, Mom,” Noelle Grant nodded.

The moment Mrs. Fairchild left, Noelle Grant fixed her gaze on Megan Langdon.

Megan Langdon looked at Noelle Grant, her heart pounding with unease.

“Are you getting used to things in Jansburg?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Is everything settled with work?”

“Yes, it’s all taken care of.”

“My mother-in-law is feeling much better, so you don’t need to go to the trouble of rushing over all the time. It must be a major detour for you.”

“No, it’s no trouble at all. I was just concerned about Mrs. Fairchild,” Megan Langdon replied with a smile.

She didn’t like Noelle Grant.

And she was sure Noelle Grant didn’t much like her, either.

Noelle Grant’s words were a clear signal that she didn’t want her visiting the Fairchilds so often. But considering Noelle’s position in the family, Megan didn’t care one bit.

“I doubt it’s our old matriarch you’re so concerned about,” Noelle Grant said directly, puncturing Megan Langdon’s flimsy excuse.

“Miss Grant, doesn’t everyone have the right to pursue happiness?”

“Are you sure it’s happiness you’re pursuing? And not just your own one-sided fantasy?”

‘Fantasy?’

A sharp pain stabbed at Megan Langdon’s heart.

“And what makes you so sure that it’s just a fantasy?”

“I have no right to stop you from pursuing your so-called happiness, nor do I have the right to stop you from visiting the Fairchild estate. But let me offer a word of warning: don’t end up humiliating yourself and breaking our old matriarch’s heart in the process.”

Megan Langdon’s expression froze. Noelle Grant’s words were like a slap across the face.

“I hadn’t planned on you staying for lunch, Miss Langdon. You may see yourself out.”

Megan Langdon stood up, picked up the purse she had set aside, and smiled at Noelle Grant. “Well then, I’ll be taking my leave.”

“I won’t see you out.”

Noelle Grant watched Megan Langdon’s retreating figure and sighed heavily. She picked up a cup of tea from the table and took a sip.

‘When is Old Third planning on going public? He’s being far too calm about this. We won’t be able to keep this from the old matriarch for much longer!’

‘How much longer do I have to be the bad guy?’

‘Old Third is going to owe his second sister-in-law a huge favor for this!’