Eleanor nodded. "I have. Is something the matter?"
Eleanor knew her daughter-in-law well enough to know she wouldn't visit the old manor without a motive.
"Mom, Landon just got back. But he literally just stepped off the plane and is still fighting jet lag. He said he'll come see you tomorrow," Charlene said with a bright smile.
Eleanor picked up her teacup and took a slow sip. "Mhm. Let him get some proper rest. There's no rush. He can come over for dinner whenever it's convenient. It's been a long time since I've seen him too."
"Exactly," Charlene smoothly transitioned. "With Landon back, I was thinking it's time he settled down. You see, Lucian is about to have a baby, and Landon doesn't even have a girlfriend. It just makes me so anxious."
Setting her teacup down, Eleanor spoke in a measured, unhurried tone. "Landon is only twenty-five. There's no need to rush a young man."
"Mom, twenty-five isn't that young anymore. You know so many people in our circles—do you have any suitable young women you could introduce him to?"
Eleanor fell silent for a moment, her fingers rhythmically thumbing her beads before she spoke.
"I'll keep an eye out for Landon. But Charlene, let me be very clear. The most important thing for Landon is to find someone he actually connects with. Don't get overly obsessed with family backgrounds. Don't be too picky."
Charlene's smile stiffened for a fraction of a second. "Mom, I'm not being picky... I just want to find someone good for him."
"And what exactly is your standard for 'good'?" Eleanor's gaze sharpened into a judging stare.
Caught off guard, Charlene opened her mouth but found herself entirely at a loss for words.
Eleanor didn't press further, simply waving her hand dismissively. "Alright, you can head back now. I'll keep Landon in mind."
Charlene stood up, managing a tight smile, and turned to leave the manor.
The moment she stepped outside, her expression darkened completely.
The old woman was just playing dumb. She said she would look out for him, but she clearly had no intention of actually helping.
Relying on Eleanor was a waste of time; she'd have to do it herself.


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