Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 377

The next morning, Leo woke up earlier than usual.

When Wren went into his room, he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his uniform pants half-pulled up, one sock on, and the other clutched in his fist. A sliver of pale light slipped through the curtains and fell across his face, making his eyes look slightly puffy.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Wren walked over and crouched in front of him.

Leo shook his head.

"Then why didn't you call for me?"

He looked down, trying to pull the sock over his foot, fumbling with it twice without success.

Wren didn't take over; she simply stretched the opening of the sock a little and held it steady for him.

"Take your time."

Leo finally got it on and looked up at her.

"Mom, does Dad dislike Julian?"

Wren's heart sank.

Last night's disastrous video call had definitely weighed heavily on the boy's mind.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her voice incredibly gentle.

"Whether Dad likes Julian or not is up to Dad. Those are his feelings to figure out."

Leo picked at the seam of his pants. "Then am I allowed to like him?"

Wren met his gaze.

"Yes."

The boy didn't immediately relax. He asked, "Will Dad be sad?"

"If he's sad, that's something he has to manage himself."

Leo looked down. It took a long time before he whispered, "Before, when Margaret was sad, you always had to go comfort her."

A heavy weight seemed to press down on Wren's chest.

The dark days at The Langford Estate weren't entirely in the past.

"Mr. Langford's side has submitted a new petition."

Wren was reviewing old files in the Stellaris conference room. Her pen froze.

"An increase in visitation?"

"More than that," Mr. Lawson said, his tone grim. "He's citing his parental right to information, demanding full disclosure of Leo's current living environment, a list of his primary contacts, psychological counseling schedules, and all school communication records. He's also requested that you bring the boy to participate in the family showcase segment at The Pediatric Rehabilitation Charity Gala next week."

Phoebe, sitting across the table, paled the moment she heard 'family showcase.'

Wren squeezed her eyes shut.

After Lawrence's call last night, she knew he wasn't going to back down.

But she never expected him to weaponize their son for a public gala so quickly.

"Send me the documents."

Mr. Lawson said, "I've already forwarded them to your inbox. My advice is to provide the necessary information within reasonable limits—like school reports and summaries of his psychological evaluations. But demanding a full list of his daily contacts is a clear overstep. And I strongly advise against bringing the child to the gala, especially given his current sensitivity to public scrutiny."