Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 396

Noticing her pause, Leo immediately asked, "Mom, is everything okay?"

Wren looked at him.

She was about to say it was nothing, but swallowed the words.

"Just a work email. I'll read it after dinner."

Leo nodded and finished the rest of his vegetables.

After dinner, Wren sent him off to wash up while she sat in the living room and opened her laptop.

The subject line of the anonymous email was glaring.

Langford Medical's family companion project suspected of suppressing complaints of child emotional harm.

There were three screenshots attached.

The first was a transcript of a voice complaint from Logan's mother.

The second was a chat log from a Langford Medical internal group.

Logan was finally willing to express vulnerability today, and his mom cried too. The family support is taking effect.

This is a great case study; we can use it as material for the gala later.

The third was the official narrative just issued by the head of PR.

The family had a misunderstanding regarding service expectations.

Langford Medical has arranged for professionals to follow up.

Wren stared at the screen, her fingertips turning icy.

She didn't forward it immediately, nor did she take screenshots to spread it.

She called Phoebe first.

Phoebe answered quickly. "Did you see it?"

"I saw it."

"I checked the email headers. It's an anonymous sender routed through several proxies. The attachments look like internal Langford screenshots, but they still need verification."

Wren's gaze lingered on the phrase "use it as material for the gala."

She heard her own voice drop low.

"Seal it for now. Don't leak it."

Phoebe was quiet for two seconds on the other end.

"You're afraid of hurting the kid?"

"Yes."

Once screenshots like this were released, public opinion would tear into Langford Medical, but it would also descend upon the child named Logan. Netizens wouldn't just criticize the project; they would magnify every word, speculate about every family, and even use a child's cries to validate their own opinions.

Wren knew all too well how dangerous that kind of "visibility" was.

"Can I draw one for him then?"

Wren's hands paused in their motions.

The living room lights were warm. The child looked up at her, his eyes so pure it made her chest ache.

She knelt down, draping the towel over her wrist.

"You can."

Leo ran back to his little table, grabbed his markers, and drew a blue button on a piece of paper.

Beside the button, he wrote very slowly.

It's okay if you don't want to cry.

Wren looked at that line of text, a hard lump forming in her throat.

This wasn't an opportunity for Stellaris.

It wasn't just a crisis for Langford Medical.

This was something genuinely happening to a real child.

She placed the paper on the table, took a photo, and sent it only to Phoebe and Mr. Lawson.

She attached a single sentence.

Whatever we do, protect the child first.