Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 488

Her phone vibrated.

Julian York had sent a message.

There's a place near the hospital that makes red bean mochi soup. Daisy says something sweet can save a life. Want me to bring some over?

Looking at that text, the heaviness in Wren's chest lightened just a fraction.

She replied: You don't have to go out of your way.

Julian: I'm already in the area.

A few seconds later, another message came.

I'll just leave it at the front desk.

Wren looked at the phrase "just leave it at the front desk," and suddenly smiled.

He was always like this.

With every step, he left her the room to say no.

It wasn't like how Lawrence used to give.

Lawrence's giving always came with heavy strings attached. He gave houses, resources, titles, and solutions. And after he gave them, he assumed she had to accept and be grateful.

What Julian gave was a bowl of red bean mochi soup she could easily turn down.

He also gave her the right to turn him down.

She replied: Okay.

Half an hour later, reception brought up a paper bag.

Inside, apart from the red bean mochi soup, there was a small box of yam cakes for Leo. As always, there was a sticky note inside the bag.

Sweets can't fix problems, but they can make the afternoon a little easier to get through.

Wren held the note, tears pricking her eyes.

She didn't cry.

She just tucked the sticky note into her notebook.

At 2:00 PM, Lawrence received the synced inventory of the restored materials from Robert.

He was currently in the Langford Medical archives.

Spread out on the desk were photocopies of The Boardroom Authorization Log from Silas Langford's old trunk and Warren Stafford's sticky notes.

This was the first time he had fully called his father by his actual name in his mind.

Silas Langford.

He had rarely thought of him like that in the past.

In the Langford family, that man was "Father," "Chairman Langford," "The Old Man," a stern and silent shadow. But with the old case investigated this far, the word "Father" could no longer obscure the choices he had made.

His name was written in The Boardroom Authorization Log.

Silas Langford.

Those two words of "Approved" had also been penned by Silas.

Lawrence looked at the new name in the restored materials.

Apex Digital Intelligence Research Center.

His assistant stood beside him, speaking in a low voice. "Mr. Langford, this entity currently isn't anywhere in the old Langford Medical archives."

"It's not that it isn't there," Lawrence's voice was dark. "It's that it was scrubbed clean."

"Then where do we investigate from?"

Lawrence looked up. "Warren Stafford."

That name was finally unavoidable.

The assistant said, "Warren's records after his resignation are severely fragmented. His last suspicious entry/exit record was seven years ago. He might have used a different identity after that."

"Look into his relatives, old colleagues, properties under his name, and overseas affiliated companies," Lawrence ordered. "Also, search for the words 'Apex Digital' and all of its variations."

The assistant nodded.

Lawrence closed the file on the restored materials.

"Sync this with Grandmother Langford."

The assistant hesitated. "And regarding Mrs. Langford..."

"Sync it with my mother too."

He paused.

"She has the right to know."