Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 380

Lawrence didn't answer.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Put it on hold."

His assistant let out a quiet sigh of relief.

But a second later, Lawrence added, "Keep the pressure on the gala organizers. Do not alter her guest listing."

The assistant blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Langford, what about the legal notice..."

"I said, keep the pressure on."

"Understood."

The car pulled away from Stellaris.

Lawrence leaned back against the leather seat and closed his eyes. Wren's words echoed relentlessly in his skull.

Right now, you are failing at it.

No one had ever stripped him down and rejected him to his face like that.

Father, husband, CEO of Langford Medical.

He had worn these titles for so long that he had practically forgotten that having a title didn't mean he was actually good at the job.

That afternoon, Wren went to pick up Leo from school.

The moment the boy ran out, he sensed her exhaustion.

"Mom, are you unhappy today?"

Wren crouched down to his level.

She wanted to say no, to brush it off.

But then she remembered what she had told him that morning: adult emotions are for adults to handle.

So, she changed her response. "A little bit. I had a tough conversation with Dad today."

Leo's small hands gripped the straps of his backpack.

"Was it because of me?"

"No, not because of you," Wren said immediately. "It's because Mom and Dad are still learning how to be better adults."

Leo looked at her.

"Dad has to learn too?"

"Yes, he does."

The boy looked down, thinking for a moment.

"Is he going to try?"

Wren refused to make promises on Lawrence's behalf.

"I don't know."

Leo nodded, seemingly accepting her honest answer.

The line went quiet in confusion.

"Why are you asking about that?"

"How old?"

"He's eight."

"What grade is he in?"

Gavin chuckled dismissively. "How the hell am I supposed to remember that? Elementary school, obviously."

Lawrence gripped his phone, his eyes darkening.

The line was still going on. "Let the women handle the kid stuff. Your priority right now is pinning Wren down and dragging her back in line—"

Lawrence hung up.

The silence in the car was finally absolute.

He clicked on the registration link.

The webpage loaded. The very first field asked for the child's name.

Lawrence stared at the blank box. After a long moment, he typed out the name.

Leo Langford.

After hitting submit, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

He couldn't let Julian York be a better father figure than him.