Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 322

"Send it all back."

The driver froze. "Ma'am?"

"I'm only accepting Leo's original school uniforms, his medication organizer, his favorite picture books, and the toys he personally picked out. Send everything else back to the Langford Estate."

The driver sounded conflicted. "Mr. Langford instructed us to bring everything up."

"Then tell him to call Mr. Lawson."

The line went dead.

Ten minutes later, Lawrence called.

Wren didn't answer. Instead, she sent a text.

"I'm in a meeting. Deliver only what's on the list; I won't accept anything else."

Lawrence sent a voice memo directly.

"Wren, those things are for Leo. The place you're staying in is tiny. I can get him a bigger apartment."

Wren let the audio transcribe to text, read it, and replied:

"He needs stability, not to be bounced around."

Lawrence fired back:

"He's used to sleeping in that bed."

Wren stared at the screen, typing her response very slowly.

"He slept perfectly fine last night. He didn't wake up once."

This time, her phone stayed quiet for a long while.

Finally, Lawrence replied with just a few words:

"Send me the list."

Wren forwarded the list to him.

Two sets of school uniforms.

One pair of sneakers.

His medication organizer.

The backup teddy bear picture book.

The blue box of building blocks.

She deliberately deleted the nightlight he used in the nursery at the Langford Estate.

He already had his new crescent moon.

That afternoon, property management called again.

This time, the delivery was much smaller.

When Wren got home from work, a few cardboard boxes were neatly stacked by the entryway. The moment Leo walked in from school and saw the blue block box, he ran over and hugged it.

"This came too."

"Mhm."

He opened the box and checked on the little figures inside.

The blue one, the white one, the black one—they were all there.

Leo took out the black figure and placed it on the edge of the desk.

"I can save this one for Dad."

Wren hung his uniform in the closet. "Okay."

"If Dad comes here, he can play with this one."

"He can."

The boy placed the black figure on the second shelf of the bookcase, purposely keeping it out of the little toy house.

Wren noticed but didn't say a word.

After dinner, Lawrence sent a video call request right on schedule.

Leo checked his daily schedule.

7:03 PM.

Right on time for the call.

He sat at his small desk, his Desk Nameplate and teddy bear book visible behind him. Wren didn't sit next to him; she stayed in the kitchen washing dishes, giving him his space.

When the video connected, Lawrence's face appeared on the screen.

The background was the study at the Langford Estate.

"Leo."

"Dad," Leo said softly.

Cold.

And exhausted.

Ms. Miller sent him a daily update.

"Leo's behavior at school was much more stable today compared to yesterday. He napped normally and proudly showed me his daily schedule. He mentioned not waking up during the night and seemed much more relaxed emotionally."

Lawrence stared at those lines of text.

Didn't wake up.

Stable.

Proudly showed.

Those were words that rarely appeared while Leo lived at the Langford Estate.

He opened the photo of the schedule Wren had sent and read it again.

9:30 PM - Bedtime.

If I'm scared, I can say so.

7:00 PM - Call.

Every item was ridiculously simple.

Yet all these simple things—in a house as massive as the Langford Estate—no one had ever truly given to the child.

Lawrence set his phone on the desk.

Outside the study, Eleanor's voice drifted in.

"Lawrence, how is Leo? That place is so cramped, is he getting used to it?"

Lawrence didn't answer right away.

He kept staring at the schedule on his screen.

After a long while, he finally spoke. "He slept perfectly fine last night."

The silence outside the door was instantaneous.

It was as if Eleanor had choked on the words.

Lawrence leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Sometimes, the answers hurt much more than an argument.