Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 378

Wren let out a breath.

"I agree."

The moment she hung up, Phoebe exploded.

"Is he out of his mind? The kid finally gets a chance to breathe away from The Langford Estate, and he wants to parade him around at a gala like some kind of show pony?"

Wren opened her inbox. The legal letter from Lawrence's team was drafted with cold formality.

Every sentence was legally sound, completely unassailable on paper.

A father is legally entitled to be informed about his child's living conditions, education, and health.

A father has the right to know the primary caretaking environment and regular contacts of his minor child.

The charity gala aims to promote public awareness of pediatric rehabilitation, and Leo Langford could participate as an example of successful family-supported improvement.

When Wren read the final line, her gaze turned frigid.

An example of successful improvement.

Her son wasn't anyone's case study.

Phoebe looked at her. "Are you still going to the gala?"

"Yes." Wren downloaded and saved the document. "But Leo isn't going."

"Lawrence will force the issue."

"That's why I'm responding right now."

Wren opened a blank document and started drafting her bullet points for a response.

Phoebe didn't say anything else, simply swapping Wren's cold glass of water for a fresh, warm cup.

Some battles were incredibly ugly when fought in the open.

But someone had to stand on the front lines and make the word 'No' absolutely clear.

At noon, Lawrence showed up at Stellaris in person.

Wren wasn't surprised when the receptionist called up to announce his arrival.

She closed her laptop, grabbed a tablet with Mr. Lawson on a live video feed, and headed down to the first-floor reception area.

Lawrence stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, an assistant trailing behind him. Dressed in a dark tailored suit, his expression was sharp and severe, looking as though he had arrived to negotiate a billion-dollar merger.

Not to discuss the feelings of a six-and-a-half-year-old boy.

Wren sat down, skipping the pleasantries.

"I read your petition."

"Whether you believe it or not doesn't change the facts."

The air in the reception area dropped to subzero.

Lawrence took a step closer, lowering his voice.

"You're dragging my son into your social circle, making him cozy up to Daisy and Julian, and then telling me I have no right to ask questions?"

Wren looked at him, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her, but her resolve didn't waver.

"Lawrence, Leo is not a piece of territory for you to claim."

Lawrence's eyes turned lethal.

"I am his father."

"Being a father doesn't give you a free pass to violate boundaries."

At that, even Lawrence's assistant bowed his head, terrified.

Lawrence stared her down.

He hated the way she was acting now.

Every word she spoke was sharp, reasoned, and unshakeable, as if she were no longer the woman who would bite her tongue the moment Eleanor Langford tossed an insult her way.