Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 276

Leo shrank back further behind Wren.

"My mom is here."

This time, he didn't look at anyone else.

He only looked at Wren.

As if verifying a truth that had finally materialized.

Wren's heart ached terribly, but she didn't grab him and cry in front of everyone, nor did she use her child's words to lash out at Willow.

She simply stood up and looked at the teacher.

"Ms. Miller, I submitted a written statement yesterday stating that I am the only one attending this Open House, and I do not accept anyone taking my place."

Ms. Miller turned a bit pale.

She clearly hadn't expected things to blow up like this.

"Ms. Whitaker, I apologize. The volunteer at the gate must not have verified..."

"It's not your fault," Wren kept her voice steady. "But I would appreciate it if the school could update the registry now."

Another Ms. Miller, Leo's homeroom teacher, walked in from the hallway just then.

Seeing Leo's state and the torn "Aunt-Mom" sticker on the desk, her expression turned serious.

"Leo, why don't you come with me to get some water?"

Leo clung to Wren tightly.

Wren knelt down and said softly, "Mom is staying right here in the classroom. I'm not leaving."

He looked at her for a long time.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Ms. Miller crouched down as well. "I'll just take you to the door, not the office. You'll be able to see your mom."

Only then did Leo slowly let go.

As he walked out, he looked back twice.

Wren remained rooted to the spot.

It wasn't until the boy reached the hallway with his teacher that she turned to Willow.

Willow's eyes were red, her voice faint. "Wren, I really didn't mean any harm. Eleanor said your project was busy and worried you wouldn't make it, so I..."

"Willow," Wren cut her off. "You know only one family member can attend the Open House."

Willow bit her lip.

"I just wanted to help."

Lydia Whitaker would say, Wren, she's still little.

So Wren retreated time and time again.

She retreated until her room was taken, until her mother's belongings were cleared out, until everyone expected her to be the sensible one.

Now, Willow was using the exact same tactic, standing in her son's classroom, trying to plaster a light blue sticker over the title of "Mother."

Wren suddenly found it ridiculous.

"If you want to be good to him, the first thing you should do is listen when he says no."

She dropped the sticker back onto the desk.

"He didn't want you here."

Willow's face paled.

"Wren, how can you raise a child like this? No matter what happens between adults, you shouldn't teach a child to be hurtful."

As soon as the words left her mouth, a parent nearby gave a low cough.

Wren didn't get angry.

In fact, she smiled.

"Is it the child who is being hurtful?"