Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 200

Mr. Lawson's pen froze on the paper.

Having laid out those arguments, Lawrence looked as if he had finally discovered the ultimate, irrefutable justification, his tone smoothing into something almost reasonable.

"I am not disrespecting her choices. But a divorce isn't just about her. It affects the Langford family, our child, and even her own project."

Wren finally looked up.

She stared at him for so long that a faint, uneasy crease appeared between Lawrence's brows.

"Are you finished?"

Lawrence's expression darkened. "What do you mean?"

"I just want to clarify something," Wren said softly. "Are you refusing to divorce me today because of our child, because of the Langford family's pristine reputation, or because you think you can weaponize my current struggles to prove I don't have the right to leave you?"

The mediation room plunged into dead silence.

Sitting off to the side, Eleanor couldn't hold back. "What kind of attitude is that? Every word Lawrence just said was for the child's well-being! You're making a massive scene, causing your own son to be mocked at school, and you actually think you're in the right?"

Wren slowly turned her head to look at her.

"Is Leo being talked about at school because of the divorce proceedings?"

Eleanor choked on her words.

Wren didn't raise her voice.

"Or is it because someone explicitly told him that his mother was throwing away the Langford family, and throwing him away with it?"

Eleanor's lips trembled. "Children exaggerate everything! He imagined that himself—"

"He didn't imagine it."

Wren pulled a sheet of paper from the gray folder and slid it across the table toward Ms. Halloway.

The paper made a soft, whispering sound against the wood.

But Lawrence's eyes tracked it as heavily as if it were an anvil.

"This is an official incident report filed by the school staff. Last Wednesday, Leo went missing between classes. They eventually found him locked inside the basement of the old science wing. He was clutching a school project that a classmate had trampled, completely hysterical, refusing to come out."

Ms. Halloway looked down to read the document.

Wren smoothly pulled out a second sheet.

It was incredibly faint and utterly devoid of warmth.

"Right after you submitted that supplementary motion classifying my son as a corporate asset."

The color drained from Lawrence's face.

"He isn't an asset. That was a custody arrangement."

"You specifically wrote that keeping the child within the Langford system would 'benefit the corporate image and secure the line of succession.'"

Wren enunciated those last few words with razor-sharp clarity.

She didn't sound mocking, and she wasn't crying.

Which made her calm delivery feel exactly like an invisible blade sinking straight into his chest.

"Lawrence, you don't even know what classroom he sits in. You don't know Ms. Miller's name. You couldn't even tell me what he's been most terrified of this week. But you had the nerve to write in a legal document that he belongs to the Langford system."

The muscles in Lawrence's jaw visibly leaped as he clenched his teeth.

"The fact that I am busy with work does not mean I don't care about him."