Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 299

The small Langford family gathering was entirely Eleanor's spontaneous orchestration; she desperately wanted an audience to complain about Wren.

Though framed as a 'small gathering,' the guest list was quite extensive.

Several Langford relatives, two of Margaret’s old friends, and a few elder associates close to Langford Medical all descended upon the estate before dusk. The living room was bursting with fresh floral arrangements, the long dining table draped in pristine linen, and the staff bustled about seamlessly—as if the humiliating disaster of the previous night's banquet had never happened.

Wren was up on the second floor, reading a picture book with Leo.

The chaotic hum of the party drifted upstairs, and halfway through the book, the boy's eyes kept darting toward the door.

"Mom, is Grandma hosting another party?"

Wren turned the page. "Yes."

"Do we have to go down there?"

Before she could answer, a maid knocked on the door.

"Ma'am, Eleanor said the old madam has arrived and requests that you bring the young master downstairs."

Wren closed the book.

Leo immediately grabbed her hand.

"Mom, can we just say hi to Great-Grandmother and leave?"

"Of course."

She led the boy down the stairs.

Margaret was seated in the place of honor in the living room, a light shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked far better than she had a few days prior. Spotting Wren, she immediately waved her over.

"Wren, come here."

Wren approached and knelt slightly beside her chair. "Grandmother."

Margaret patted her hand warmly, then looked at Leo. "And what book is our Leo reading today?"

Leo hugged his book tightly against his chest, murmuring, "The bear book."

"Wonderful," Margaret beamed. "You can tell Great-Grandmother all about it later."

Eleanor was standing nearby, her face maintaining a veneer of polite hostess grace, but her smile noticeably stiffened the moment Margaret showered Wren with affection.

Great-Aunt Beatrice sat holding her teacup, chuckling as she chimed in. "Margaret truly is blessed. A capable granddaughter-in-law and such a well-behaved great-grandson. The Langford family has thrived all these years strictly because the women of the house know how to hold the fort."

Wren was efficient, but she refused to grovel.

She could memorize the dietary restrictions of every single guest and manage the entire estate without a single flaw, yet she rarely acted subservient or treated Eleanor's reprimands as divine guidance. The more competent Wren proved to be, the more it served as a glaring reminder to Eleanor: this family could not function without her.

Willow was the exact opposite.

Willow smiled, played the victim, and clung to Eleanor’s arm, whispering about how incredibly hard it must have been for her to carry the Langford family all on her own. Every single time Willow lowered her head in submission, it validated Eleanor's sacrifices, proving that the old rules still commanded respect, and that her lifelong endurance hadn't been a waste.

It made perfect sense why Eleanor adored Willow.

Just before dinner was served, Lawrence returned from the office.

The moment he stepped through the door, someone teased, "Lawrence is home! And Wren is here tonight, too. Now this finally looks like a proper family."

Lawrence glanced at Wren.

She was sitting beside Margaret, helping Leo piece together a small block puzzle. She didn't even bother to look up at the comment.

Lawrence took off his suit jacket and walked over.

Someone smoothly vacated a chair, conveniently leaving the seat right next to Wren open for him.