Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 357

Leo stared at her.

"Then what happened?"

"Then Julian saw it," Daisy recalled. "He didn't say it was pretty, and he didn't say it was ugly. He just asked if he could take a picture of it to keep."

"Why did he want to keep it?"

"He said it was proof of the path I had walked."

Leo stared down at the blank paper.

After a while, he drew a table in the center, followed by two chairs. Next to the table, he drew a small sign with his name on it.

Once he finished drawing himself, he sketched a small figure with long hair beside him.

"Is that you?" Daisy asked.

Leo nodded.

"And what about this?" Daisy pointed to a tall silhouette near the edge of the paper.

Leo gripped his marker, his ears flushing red again.

"I'm not done yet."

Daisy looked at the outlined figure in the lab coat and already knew who it was, but she didn't call him out on it.

"Take your time, then."

Leo lowered his head and went back to coloring.

Inside the meeting room, Wren and Phoebe were busy discussing the supplementary materials for The Institutional Review Board.

"We can add a real-world scenario to The Pediatric Active Consent Model," Phoebe suggested. "Like pausing, revoking consent, or refusing documentation. But we can't use Leo's situation—it's too personal."

Wren made a note on the document. "We'll use an anonymous composite case. And make sure to include Daisy's input as a patient consultant."

Phoebe nodded. "If Thorne Medical Systems' regulatory team sees this, they'll know Stellaris already has an established framework."

"We're submitting this to The Ethics Board," Wren reminded her. "Not directly to Thorne Corp."

Phoebe sighed. "Understood. Protocols first, personal favors later."

Just as she spoke, Wren's phone lit up.

It was a message from Mr. Lawson.

*The legal letter has been sent to the organizers requesting a correction of your identity designation, along with the divorce proceeding documents. They have confirmed receipt.*

Immediately after, another message popped up.

*If Langford Medical Group insists on the inaccurate identity listing, we can apply to preserve all related communication records.*

A public setting, husband and wife sitting together, the possibility of fixing things.

But Wren wasn't going to give him that opportunity. She had sent her lawyer straight to the front lines, ripping away the facade of civility to expose the brutal truth of their ongoing litigation.

"Hold off on publishing the guest list." Lawrence set the letter down. "Proceed with the gala preparations as scheduled."

The assistant hesitated. "And Ms. Whitaker's title..."

Lawrence looked up.

The assistant immediately shut his mouth.

A moment later, Lawrence picked up his phone and dialed Wren's number.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

He called a second time.

Still no answer.

Before dialing a third time, he stopped himself.

His reflection stared back at him from the dark screen, his gaze so cold it looked foreign.

He switched to texting.