Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 272

"He said he'd try."

"He knows about Vivian Vance's old project."

Wren's fingers paused.

She looked at him. "You looked into him?"

"I looked into Langford Medical's old project roster," Lawrence didn't deny it. "Scott Clarke, Director Clarke, and Vivian Vance were all in the same industry task force years ago."

Wren stared at him.

"What are you trying to say?"

Lawrence remained silent for a moment. "I'll be attending the review meeting too."

"There's no need."

"As the head of Langford Medical, I received an invitation. I have every right to attend."

Wren let out a short laugh. "Do you want to listen to the review, or do you want to see who I'm meeting?"

Lawrence's expression grew somber.

She was too direct.

So direct that he couldn't even invent a better excuse.

The sound of the bathroom door opening drifted from upstairs as Leo called for his mother.

Wren stood up. "I won't stop you. But if you go, you follow the rules of attendance. You can't bring Langford Medical staff to show off, you can't speak out of turn, and you absolutely cannot turn the Stellaris meeting into a spectacle about our marriage."

Lawrence watched her. "In your eyes, am I capable of anything now?"

Wren stopped in her tracks.

She didn't turn around.

"I've just stopped assuming you'll do the right thing."

With that, she headed upstairs.

Lawrence sat in the living room, unmoving for a long time.

He remembered all the years Wren used to make excuses for him.

When he came home late, it was because he was busy with work.

When he was cold, it was just his personality.

When he took care of Willow, it was out of responsibility and duty, and she was supposed to be understanding.

She had found countless reasons for him.

Now, she had finally stopped.

And incredibly, he felt wronged.

That night, after Leo fell asleep, Wren returned to The East Wing Guest Suite.

She organized the Open House receipt, the school's written statement, Ms. Miller's advice, and Robert Lawson's replies into a single folder on her laptop.

She named it:

"Leo's Observation Period - School Matters."

Lawrence stared at that tiny black figure and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

This wasn't the first time.

The block house, the drawing of three houses, and now the Open House picture.

His son was repeatedly shutting him out.

Wren wasn't the one pushing him away.

He had walked out on his own, step by step, and taken too long to figure out how to come back.

His phone buzzed.

Willow sent a message.

"Eleanor said to keep my schedule clear for the Open House. I won't go on my own, don't worry."

Lawrence stared at the text, his gaze turning icy.

He replied with three words.

"You aren't going."

Willow didn't reply for a long time.

Lawrence set the phone down.

This time, he didn't want anyone standing at the door making things worse for him.

But he didn't realize that some things couldn't be stopped with a simple text.