Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 202

As they left the mediation room, Eleanor finally couldn't hold back and chased after her.

"Wren Whitaker!"

People in the corridor turned to look.

Eleanor lowered her voice, though she couldn't mask the venom. "Do you really have to push things to the absolute brink? You dragged a child's matter into court! How is Lawrence supposed to show his face in public now?"

Wren stopped.

She turned around, her gaze sweeping past Eleanor's face to land on Lawrence.

"When Leo was hiding in The Basement Storage, did either of you ever stop to think about how he was supposed to show his face?"

Eleanor was struck speechless.

Lawrence stepped forward, his expression gloomy. "You're very articulate now."

"I always was."

Wren met his gaze. "But back then, no one ever listened to a word I said."

The statement wasn't loud, but it cut deeper than any screaming match.

Lawrence’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He suddenly reached out as if to grab her.

Wren stepped back half a pace.

Mr. Lawson simultaneously stepped in to block her.

Lawrence’s hand froze mid-air.

The harsh corridor lights illuminated his knuckles, making his outstretched hand look jarring and pathetic.

He slowly pulled it back, his voice turning icy and rigid. "Wren, do you really think you can win like this?"

Wren didn't smile.

"I didn't come here to beat you."

She glanced at the tightly shut door of the mediation room.

"I came here to drag myself and my child out of your so-called dignity."

With that, she turned and walked toward the elevators.

Mr. Lawson stayed right beside her, speaking in a low voice. "The next step is going to be much harder."

"I know."

"Mr. Langford will drag this out."

"I'm aware."

"The Langford family might keep using the child as leverage."

Wren's footsteps slowed just a fraction.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal an empty car.

Lawrence stared at the empty elevator bay, not answering right away.

A few seconds ticked by before he spoke.

"No need."

Willow went quiet for a moment.

"So... how did the talks go?"

Lawrence's gaze turned cold.

"They failed."

On the other end of the line, Willow sounded as if she had breathed a sigh of relief, quickly burying the emotion.

"Then, are you coming home tonight?"

Lawrence completely ignored the question.

He just kept staring at the stark white light at the end of the corridor, his mind flashing back to Wren's parting words.

I always was.

But back then, no one ever listened to a word I said.

He furrowed his brow, as if disgusted by how those words had burrowed into his brain without his permission.

Then, he ended the call.