Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 305

But Jude knew the crack in her armor had already been exposed.

Another foundation delegate asked, "Was this framework developed under your sole direction, Ms. Whitaker?"

Willow gripped the microphone, her gaze casually drifting over the audience.

She saw Jude.

She also saw Langford Medical's vice president.

Beyond them sat various hospital administrators and charity executives.

This was the exact stage she had been waiting for.

She couldn't afford to back down now.

"It was a collective effort by the entire project team," she replied with a gracious smile. "I primarily spearheaded the patient-family interaction module."

It was an exceptionally cunning response.

She didn't steal all the credit outright.

But she ensured the most memorable, marketable component was tethered directly to her name.

The vice president offered a subtle nod of approval from the front row.

The marketing team beamed with satisfaction.

Only Jude kept his head down, staring grimly at the original proposal in his hands.

The person who had originally pitched the "patient-family interaction module" was a mid-level manager within the Langford rehabilitation team.

After that, the legal department had drawn up the risk boundaries, Jude had aggressively edited the messaging, and the nursing staff had provided all the real-world case studies.

Willow had been involved, certainly.

And she had definitely put in some effort.

Yet today, she was hoarding every last drop of the glory.

Once the presentation concluded, a steady stream of attendees approached Willow to shake her hand.

"Your presentation was incredibly touching, Ms. Whitaker."

"Langford is really moving in a brilliant direction with this."

"The Family Compassion Framework is definitely something worth expanding on."

Willow met each compliment with a flawless, radiant smile.

Someone piped up, "I've heard Stellaris is making major moves in patient data ethics right now. Do you see a potential collaboration between the two sides down the line?"

A brief flicker crossed Willow's eyes.

Willow sat at the conference table, dutifully taking notes.

When she heard the words "primary focus," her pen briefly hovered over the page.

She had finally secured the ultimate foothold she so desperately craved.

Jude finally cut in. "We can expand on it, but only if we mandate strict protocols first. Specifically regarding the identification of silence, familial interaction boundaries, and pediatric family involvement. Right now, our entire structure is lacking legal and ethical backing."

The vice president shot him a dismissive look. "Jude, risk management is essential, but we can't let paranoia stall innovation. The room loved it today."

"A positive crowd reaction doesn't mean the project isn't fundamentally broken."

A heavy silence dropped over the boardroom.

Willow looked up, her eyes swimming with manufactured hurt.

"Jude, I know you think I moved too fast out there. But everything I addressed today stems from the genuine, desperate needs of those families."

Jude met her wounded gaze. "A desperate need doesn't mean we actually possess the framework to ethically fulfill it."

Willow's face went noticeably pale.

The vice president frowned. "Alright, that's enough. Your team can iron out the details later. Ms. Whitaker, you did phenomenal work today. Go get some rest."

As soon as the meeting disbanded, Willow chased Jude down the hall.