Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 476

She finally said it out loud.

Her voice was faint, but it felt like tearing open a scar that had scabbed over for years.

"Later, Wren married into the family. Margaret protected her, and you married her. Looking at her was like seeing Vivian's lingering ghost. She didn't fight, she didn't cry, but just her standing there made me feel like everything I had endured my whole life was laid bare for her to see."

Lawrence's heart sank heavily as he listened.

"So you took your anger out on her."

Eleanor's face paled.

She didn't deny it.

"Yes."

The word was difficult to say.

After she said it, it seemed to drain the last bit of strength from her.

"I didn't ruin her with my own hands, but I watched her grow quieter and quieter in the Langford family. I knew you neglected her, I knew Willow paraded around as your wife in public, and I knew she was unhappy most of the time."

Eleanor's eyes grew red.

"I also thought that since she was Mrs. Langford, she should just endure it."

Lawrence closed his eyes.

That was Eleanor's fault.

And it was his, too.

"Mom."

Eleanor shook her head.

"Don't make excuses for me. I didn't bring this suitcase here today for you to comfort me."

She pushed another piece of paper toward Lawrence.

It was a handwritten memo.

*Warren Stafford met with Quentin Whitaker to confirm that Apex Trading will not directly access core data, but will only handle material routing and contract transfers.*

*Brightstone Consulting will manage external reception, and the actual processing party will be arranged separately.*

The words *actual processing party* had been crossed out with a single stroke.

It was as if the person writing it knew those words couldn't be left too visible.

Lawrence's gaze turned glacial.

"Arranged separately."

"This proves Brightstone wasn't the final outsourcing party," Eleanor said. "And neither was Apex Trading."

Lawrence nodded.

This aligned with the half-page copy in The Vance Family Album.

The person who actually received the data was still hiding in the shadows.

Eleanor looked at him. "Give these things to Wren."

Lawrence looked up.

In the past, Eleanor would never have volunteered such a thing.

She would have told him to show it to their legal team first.

She would have told him not to let Wren use it against them.

She would have said the Langford family couldn't afford to lose face.

Today, she said to give it to Wren.

"Are you sure?" Lawrence asked.

Eleanor's eyes were rimmed with red.

"She has the right to know."

Margaret's words in the hospital room echoed in her ears again.

*She owes the Langfords nothing.*

Eleanor had found it humiliating to hear at the time.

Now she understood that the humiliation wasn't because the old woman was harsh, but because she was right.

Lawrence placed all the materials into a new evidence bag and called the legal team in to catalog them.

While waiting for the lawyers, Eleanor suddenly asked, "Is Leo willing to see you lately?"

Lawrence's hands paused.

The question was simpler than the cold case, but it stung much more.

"He's willing to do video calls."

"What about in person?"

"It's not time for the next scheduled visit yet."