Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 468

Lawrence didn't say a word.

The man offered a bitter smile. "It hurts, man."

The elevator arrived.

Lawrence stepped inside, his grip tight on his practice sheet.

His phone vibrated.

It was a text from Gavin Shaw.

Heard you actually went to some parenting class? You're really letting Wren leash you these days, Mr. Langford.

It was followed by a mocking smiley face emoji.

Lawrence stared at the message and didn't reply.

In the past, he might have felt embarrassed by the jab.

Now, the flippant, patronizing tone just grated on his nerves.

He pocketed his phone and told his assistant, "Drive to the school."

His assistant was caught off guard. "Are we picking up the young master?"

"No. I need to buy something."

Half an hour later, Lawrence stood in the middle of a stationery store.

The shelves were lined with colorful markers, drawing paper, and stickers. When a clerk asked what he was looking to buy for his child, he found himself unable to answer.

He wanted to buy the most expensive set they had.

His hand reached out, but he stopped himself.

Dr. Finch's instructions were crystal clear.

Do not try to buy their happiness.

In the end, he purchased a single, simple, pale blue sketchbook.

He didn't even ask for it to be wrapped.

At eight o'clock that evening, the scheduled video call began on the dot.

Wren had propped her phone on a stand. Leo was sitting at his little desk, his back rigidly straight. It was obvious he was still anxious.

Lawrence's face appeared on the screen.

He wanted to ask if anyone at school had made comments today.

He wanted to ask how the teachers had handled it.

He wanted to tell him that if anyone ever bullied him, Dad would handle them.

But the practice sheet was sitting right on his desk.

Listen, then respond.

Lawrence looked up, his voice softer than usual.

"Leo, I heard from your teacher that you had a really hard day yesterday."

Leo's fingers twitched.

He cast a tentative glance at Wren.

Wren didn't speak for him; she just gave a gentle nod, silently offering him the choice to share or stay quiet.

Leo looked down.

"Yeah."

"Hearing those things must have made you feel awful."

Leo looked up at the screen.

He seemed surprised his dad had said that.

He stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded.

"They said Mom was bad."

Lawrence's grip instantly tightened.

He had an overwhelming urge to interrogate him—who said it, exactly what did they say?