Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 232

Daisy continued, "And right here, 'family assistance required.' It's not that some family members don't love the patient, but they end up making all the decisions for them. When I was abroad, there was a period where I absolutely hated it when people directed their questions at you. I was the one in pain, yet everyone looked at you."

Julian's gaze flickered slightly.

Daisy looked down, stirring her drink.

"I know you were under immense pressure back then. But I was struggling too." Her voice was feather-light. "I am not your disease progress bar."

Those words rendered Julian speechless for a long time.

He had always believed he respected her enough.

But it turned out that caretaking could also act as a suffocating veil.

Just like a well-intentioned system—if it didn't ask the patients if they were willing, it would simply morph into another form of control.

Julian gathered the documents.

"I'll bring this up to Wren."

Daisy watched him closely. "Are you bringing it up to Wren, or are you just looking for an excuse to see her?"

"Daisy."

"Okay, okay, my lips are sealed." She raised her hands in mock surrender and grinned.

But as her smile faded, an earnest expression took its place.

"Julian, if you really like her, don't keep everything bottled up like you used to. She must be exhausted right now, and being liked isn't necessarily a burden. As long as you don't force her to choose, or force her to respond."

Julian looked at her.

The little girl who used to lie in a hospital bed, biting her blankets to muffle her cries of pain, was now sitting across from him, suddenly seeming far wiser than he was.

"I know," he said.

Daisy muttered under her breath, "What good is knowing? You'll just keep torturing yourself."

Julian didn't argue.

Because she was right.

That evening, Julian sent the revised feedback to Wren.

It lacked any personal tone.

It was strictly professional.

"Feedback from Consultant York: Recommend adding a direct patient confirmation step to prevent family members from speaking on their behalf. Additionally, the data logging clauses must explicitly detail 'which elements are stored and which are excluded from the system.'"

After hitting send, he stared at the screen, pausing for a long time.

Wren's name sat at the top of the chat window.

He thought of Daisy's words: 'Being liked isn't necessarily a burden.'

But in the end, he only added one more line:

The phrasing was too absolute.

So absolute that it felt like a dangerous promise.

The light turned green, and the crowd surged forward.

Julian remained rooted in place, pulling out his phone to send Wren another message.

"The Langford Medical teaser video contains overpromising elements. I suggest Stellaris prepares a strategic response in advance."

This time, Wren replied instantly.

"I saw it."

A moment later, another text arrived.

"We have a meeting tomorrow."

Julian stared at those words and pocketed his phone.

He knew she wouldn't back down.

From the moment he met her years ago, Wren had always been this way.

She could be exhausted, battered, and dragged through the mud by her marriage.

But when it was time to take the stage, she would always be the one to boldly put the failed case study on the very first slide.