Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 526

Lawrence froze.

Wren's tone remained utterly flat.

"And then what would you have done? Taken me to the board of directors? Announced to everyone that while your wife was at home raising a child, she casually patched a massive risk report for Langford Medical?"

She even gave a small smile.

The smile was faint and vanished instantly.

"Lawrence, in your eyes back then, I wasn't even supposed to be thinking about company business."

Lawrence felt pinned to his chair by her words.

You don't need to worry about company affairs.

He had said those exact words to her.

More than once.

"Back then, I..."

"Back then, you were very busy," Wren finished for him. "The board was breathing down your neck, the medical division couldn't afford a single mistake, and Langford Medical desperately needed a flawless transition. Everyone thought you were under immense pressure. Everyone thought it was so hard for you."

She looked right at him.

"I thought so too."

A faint tremor passed through Lawrence's eyes.

"So when I saw those risks, my first reaction was that we couldn't let those families get dragged in by an outsourced project."

"Not for me?" his voice was barely a whisper.

Wren finally paused for a second.

It was a brief second, but it made Lawrence's heart clench violently.

He actually harbored a ridiculous sliver of hope.

Hope that she would say, At least a little bit was for you.

Even if it was just a tiny fraction.

Wren looked at him, her voice light but unmistakably clear.

"Back then, the ones I was helping were the patients whose data was at risk. Not you."

Someone pushed the door open outside the reception area, their footsteps quickly fading down the hall.

Lawrence sat there, feeling as if something fragile inside him had quietly shattered.

Not you.

Those two words carried more weight than any insult ever could.

Because she wasn't lying.

She wasn't intentionally trying to hurt him, either.

She was merely placing the facts back where they belonged.

The primary motivation behind that report had never been Lawrence's career.

She was protecting the families, the children, and the boundaries of data privacy that Langford's project was threatening to steamroll.

Langford Medical benefited.

He benefited.

But that was only the aftermath.

It had never been her goal.

Lawrence lowered his eyes.

The seal on the file envelope on the table was perfectly smooth. He had double-checked before coming here—it contained only the official sealing statement of the W Report, the historical adoption records, and an internal PR clarification plan for Langford.

It contained none of Wren's personal data.

None of the cached files from her old computer.

He thought doing this would at least prove he had finally learned a modicum of boundaries.

But sitting across from her, this display of boundaries felt devastatingly late.

"I will handle the industry groups," he said. "Langford will issue a statement clarifying that the compliance report we received back then was an external risk alert. It did not involve the extraction of core technology, nor is it the foundation of Stellaris's model."

Wren glanced at the file envelope.

"You want to go public?"

"Without naming you," Lawrence clarified. "I'm just blocking their attempt to spin an anonymous report into corporate espionage."

Wren stared at him for a few seconds.

"Gavin won't just stop at that one leak."

Lawrence's eyes went cold.

"I know."

"He deals in medical outsourcing and project packaging. The messier Langford gets, the more opportunities he has," Wren said. "Starbridge Media is just his megaphone. Quasar Business Consulting is how he actually plans to infiltrate."

Lawrence looked up, surprised.