Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 152

She spoke quickly and with absolute clarity.

Maya stared at her in stunned silence for a few seconds before breaking into a grin. "You're way more reliable than our product managers."

Daisy glanced at her. "I used to study interactive design."

Maya paused. "Used to?"

Daisy lowered her gaze, her fingers gently brushing the blanket on her lap.

"I took a leave of absence after the surgery. My health kept fluctuating, so I never went back."

A heavy quiet descended over the conference room.

Julian finally spoke up. "It wasn't that she couldn't continue studying. She spent those years entirely drained, bouncing between recovery and relapses."

His tone was remarkably steady, yet Wren could hear the deep, suppressed emotion beneath it.

Julian was always so mild-mannered and restrained, as if he could handle anything thrown his way. But when it came to Daisy, a tiny crack finally showed in his composed armor.

His ideals hadn't just materialized out of thin air.

He didn't just want to be a good doctor for the sake of it.

He understood all too well how long and invisible the road was for a patient after they stepped off the operating table.

Daisy looked back over her shoulder at him. "Don't get sentimental on my behalf. I'm here to work today."

Julian looked down and smiled. "Understood, Consultant York."

That title brought a wave of relief to the tense atmosphere.

Wren jotted down Daisy's revision suggestions one by one.

When she reached the end of her notes, she looked up. "Would you be willing to serve as one of our first patient advisors? We won't disclose your identity; you'd strictly be involved in designing the mechanisms."

Daisy didn't agree right away.

She studied Wren, as if trying to gauge her sincerity.

"If I object to one of your design clauses, will you actually change it?"

"If you're right, we'll change it," Wren assured her.

"And what if my feedback isn't technically professional, but purely based on the patient's perspective?"

Wren hesitated.

This was a much harder question.

Maya shot Wren a look tinged with unmistakable gossip.

Ignoring them both, Wren simply told the receptionist, "Please send him in."

When Harrison walked in, he was holding a slim file folder.

He still possessed that same gentle, refined demeanor—dressed in a dark overcoat and wire-rimmed glasses. His aura was clean and inviting, a stark contrast to Lawrence Langford's suffocatingly cold presence. He nodded to the room upon entering, his gaze pausing briefly on Wren. It was polite, fleeting, and devoid of any boundary-crossing intent.

"Apologies for dropping by unannounced," Harrison said. "I heard the Stellaris pilot got delayed. The Xander Medical Foundation happens to have an independent patient rights project that might be a good fit for a partnership."

Maya muttered under her breath, "It's a guest star kind of day."

Phoebe subtly kicked her under the table.

Harrison placed the file on the table. "Let me clarify right off the bat: Xander is not investing in the Langford Medical Group rehab project."

Wren looked up.

Harrison offered a mild smile. "Langford's people reached out to me. Their project is packaged beautifully, and the patient stories are highly produced, but I strongly dislike how tightly they bind their charity efforts with their commercial interests."

Phoebe flipped open the file, her furrowed brow smoothing out the more she read. "An independent patient rights fund?"

"Correct," Harrison confirmed. "The fund won't invest directly in Stellaris projects, nor will it take any of your equity. It will strictly finance the Patient Advisory Board, third-party authorization verifications, and long-term follow-up records. The money doesn't go into Stellaris's accounts; it gets jointly overseen by a third-party legal team and a patient organization."