Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 388

"Wren, your father doesn't mean that. He's had a hard time all these years, too. After your mother passed, he held this family together by himself while taking care of you. When Willow and I joined the family, you never liked us, but we swallowed it. Are you digging into all of this now because Lawrence doesn't want you anymore, so you feel like the whole world owes you?"

Wren dodged her hand.

Lydia grasped at the air, her tears flowing even harder.

"I know you hate me. You think I was the other woman, that Willow stole your home. But the marriage between your parents had broken down long before that. Outsiders can never understand matters of the heart. You can't take the resentments of the previous generation and force everyone today to pay for them."

Wren stared at her.

"You finally told the truth."

Lydia froze.

"You didn't come here today to explain the past," Wren said. "You just wanted to tell me that Vivian's suffering was entirely her own fault, and that you and Quentin simply entered the picture later."

Lydia's face drained of color.

Wren picked the photos up from the table one by one.

"But I'm not here to investigate your messy love triangle. I'm investigating the data outsourcing, Brightstone Consulting, the Trading company, Langford Medical's old projects, and exactly why my mother refused to sign off on them."

She stood up.

"The harder you try to paint her as an out-of-control wife, the more certain I am that whatever she stopped was incredibly important."

Quentin's voice was cold and hard.

"If you keep digging, you're going to ruin a lot of people."

Wren stopped in her tracks.

"Does that include you?"

Quentin didn't answer.

Mr. Lawson put away his recording pen, meticulously noting the scene and Quentin's reaction in his files.

Wren walked toward the foyer.

As she passed the staircase, her steps faltered.

Behind the second-floor railing stood Willow Whitaker.

It was impossible to tell how long she had been standing there. She wore a light-colored dress, her face devoid of emotion. In her arms, she held an old album with a dark red cover, its edges worn white with age.

Wren recognized it instantly.

Willow didn't move.

Lydia panicked and stood up. "What album? Willow, what are you holding?"

Willow looked down at the object in her arms, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Wren, did mom leave this behind?"

She paused deliberately.

"Or did your mom leave this behind?"

Wren ignored the bait, keeping her eyes fixed on the album.

The old warehouse had been emptied.

The Cobalt Folder was still missing.

But Vivian's photo album had been sitting on the second floor of the Whitaker estate this entire time.

And Willow was only bringing it out now.

That meant she had already realized there was something valuable inside.