Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 379

In the past, he could tell her to stop, demand an explanation, and order her back to The Langford Estate.

Now, she sat across from him, flanked by her lawyer on video, backed by her own project and her own team. To even get past her, he had to file legal letters, jump through bureaucratic hoops, and wait for third-party evaluations.

It was maddening.

And it left him entirely powerless.

"The organizers are already finalizing the schedule for the family showcase at the gala," Lawrence said, pivoting the conversation. "Leo only needs to show his face for a few minutes. He doesn't have to speak."

Wren's gaze turned frosty.

"He's not going."

"It's a pediatric rehabilitation charity gala. It makes perfect sense for you, as the head of Stellaris, to attend with your child."

"He is not a prop for Stellaris to show off."

Lawrence's voice grew heavier. "Wren, stop interpreting every single thing as a personal attack. I just want the public to see that things aren't as catastrophic as you're making them out to be."

Wren stared at him.

With that one sentence, his true motives were finally laid bare.

This wasn't about what the child needed.

This was about what he needed.

He needed the public to see that the Langfords still had their dignity, that their marriage was intact, that his son was still by his side. He needed that photo op, those few minutes of them looking like a perfect family, a picture-perfect moment to drown out the noise of a divorce lawsuit.

"Things are catastrophic," Wren said softly, "not because of what I've said, but because of what you've done."

Lawrence's face tightened.

Wren didn't stop.

"Your relationship with Willow, you letting people call her Mrs. Langford in public, you using our son to stall me, leveraging this gala to pressure me. Lawrence, what's ugly isn't my refusal to play along. It's the fact that you still honestly believe a nice, polished photograph will make all of this magically disappear."

The reception area was so dead silent that the hum of the air conditioner felt deafening.

Lawrence's fingers slowly curled into a fist.

He wanted to argue back.

But the words lodged in his throat.

Wren slid a printed response across the table.

He had done exactly that.

But somewhere along the line, supporting the boy's head, feeding him, helping with his homework, and managing his emotions had all become Wren's sole responsibility.

He only showed up when it was convenient for him.

And now, she was telling him he had failed.

Lawrence grabbed the formal reply, his voice harsh and glacial.

"You're going to regret pushing me this far away."

Wren stood up.

"The only thing I regret is making myself so small for you."

Lawrence stared at her for a long time before turning on his heel and walking out.

When he stormed out the front doors of Stellaris, his face was so thunderous that his assistant didn't dare breathe a word.

As the car door clicked shut, the assistant tentatively asked, "Mr. Langford, should we proceed with the family showcase at the gala?"