Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 52

The more she acted like this, the more sensible she appeared.

Quentin slammed his teacup down.

"Look at Willow, and then look at yourself."

Wren raised her eyes.

"Look at what?"

"Look at how you're acting! Do you have any shred of decency as an older sister?" Quentin roared.

The living room fell deathly silent.

Wren stared at her father sitting at the head of the table.

Many years ago, she had looked at him the exact same way.

Three days after Vivian's funeral, she had been in the study looking through her mother's research notes.

Quentin had pushed the door open and told her to stop reading them.

"Your mother is gone. You need to look forward."

Wren had clutched that notebook and asked, "Dad, do you miss her a lot too?"

Quentin had stayed silent for a long time before replying, "Wren, stop throwing a tantrum."

From that moment on, Wren knew.

In this house, even missing her own mother was considered a tantrum.

And it was the same now.

Her pain was just a tantrum.

Her refusal to yield was just her being unreasonable.

Her unwillingness to watch Willow inch into her marriage and her career was simply failing to act like a proper sister.

Wren suddenly felt incredibly tired.

But this time, she didn't stay quiet.

"Dad," she said softly. "Why exactly did you call me back here today?"

Quentin looked as though he had been waiting for that exact question.

He glanced at the file folder on Willow's lap.

"Willow is currently managing Langford Medical's charity rehab project. That's a huge benefit to the Whitaker family. Lawrence is willing to trust her with it, which means she earned it."

Wren listened in silence.

"Wren, I didn't..."

"You didn't?" Wren fired back. "You planned the Langford family birthday banquet. You accompanied Lawrence to his evening galas. You took over the Langford Medical charity project. And you took the seat right next to Leo."

She paused, her voice never raising, yet every word cut like glass.

"And now, you want a piece of the Stellaris project."

Tears immediately spilled down Willow's cheeks.

"Wren, why do you always assume the worst about me? I'm just trying to do a good job. I know you're brilliant, and I know I can't compete with you, which is exactly why I'm trying so hard to prove myself."

Lydia pulled her into a protective embrace.

"Wren, that was incredibly hurtful."

Quentin abruptly shot up from the sofa.

"Enough!"

The sudden movement sent the teacups rattling against the glass table.

Quentin pointed a finger at Wren, suppressing a furious yell.

"Your sister has had poor health and a sensitive personality since she was a little girl. You've always been stronger than her. What is so hard about stepping back a little? You married Lawrence! You are Mrs. Langford! Hasn't the Langford family given you enough? Willow finally has a real opportunity, so why do you insist on backing her into a corner?"