Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 376

That realization stung worse than jealousy.

It was as if it were telling him that The Langford Estate wasn't the boy's only home, and he wasn't the only adult his son needed.

"Leo," Lawrence said, suppressing his frustration. "What did you have for dinner today?"

Leo glanced at Wren.

Wren didn't speak for him.

The boy answered softly, "Tomato beef soup, fried eggs, and asparagus."

"Who cooked?"

"Phoebe."

Lawrence fell silent for a moment.

"Was it good?"

Leo nodded. "It was good."

He finished, then added, "Daisy taught me how to hit pause."

"Pause?"

"Yeah." Leo picked up a scrap of paper from the floor to show him. "If I'm uncomfortable, I can pause. If I don't want to talk, I can pause, too."

Lawrence stared at the piece of paper, a lump forming in his throat.

He wanted to say that his son didn't need outsiders teaching him these things.

But the words died on his lips when he saw the expectant look in Leo's eyes.

Ultimately, he just said, "That's good."

The ten minutes flew by.

Wren announced that time was up, and Leo waved at the screen.

"Bye, Dad."

Lawrence didn't hang up immediately.

"Wren."

Wren looked at him.

Lawrence's voice was heavy. "I want to increase the frequency of our video calls."

"Go through our lawyers."

"I'm his father."

"Which is why you have visitation rights," Wren replied. "But increasing the frequency needs to be based on his current state and his teacher's recommendations."

Lawrence's expression turned glacial.

"You're telling me I need someone else's permission just to see my own son?"

Leo's fingers tightened around his drawing again.

Wren placed her hand on the phone stand, ready to end the call.

"Your time is up for today."

Lawrence glared at her through the screen and suddenly demanded, "Are you planning to let Julian York replace me?"

Wren's gaze turned icy.

"Lawrence, if you drag our son into your paranoid delusions one more time, I will request a third-party monitor for your next call."

"Lawrence?"

Lawrence stared out at the night, his voice low.

"That gala guest list you mentioned last time. I need you to do one more thing for me."

Gavin chuckled. "Name it."

Lawrence closed his eyes briefly.

"Tell the organizers to add a family charity showcase segment."

The line went quiet for a second before realization dawned.

"You're bringing your kid?"

Lawrence didn't answer.

Gavin sounded amused. "That's a solid move. With you, your wife, and your kid all in the same frame, who's going to believe you're actually getting a divorce?"

Lawrence stared at the phone resting on his desk.

Wren's threat of a 'third-party monitor' still echoed in his ears.

His voice dropped to a frosty chill.

"Just get it done."

He hung up and sat in the study, unmoving for a long time.

He knew Wren was going to be furious.

But he also knew that if he didn't tighten his grip right now, that tiny apartment would soon be filled with people, leaving absolutely no room for him.