Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 556

Lydia asked frantically, "Then what do we do?"

Willow looked at her.

In that moment, Lydia saw something utterly foreign in her daughter's eyes.

Coldness.

A chilling, absolute coldness.

"We sever ties," Willow said.

Quentin frowned sharply.

"What did you say?"

Willow's voice was soft.

"The Vanguard accounts were handled exclusively by you, Dad. Vivian's old case was between your generation and Silas Langford's. Mom wasn't involved in any corporate projects back then, and I was just a child."

The study fell dead silent.

Every ounce of color drained from Lydia's face.

"Willow, what are you saying?"

Willow didn't look at her.

She kept her eyes fixed on Quentin.

"Dad, if the Whitaker family wants to salvage anything from this, we can't all go down with the ship."

Quentin stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.

"You want to pin the blame entirely on me?"

"The responsibility was always yours," Willow replied evenly. "The money went into your accounts. You signed the papers. You were the one coordinating with Vanguard."

Quentin laughed, a harsh, bitter sound.

"Good. Very good. You've certainly mastered the art of self-preservation."

Willow lowered her eyes.

"I've only mastered reality."

That word dropped into the room like a physical slap.

Just yesterday, Quentin had stared into a camera and declared that Vivian Vance was out of touch with reality.

Today, his own daughter was using the exact same word to build her escape route.

Lydia leaped up and grabbed Willow's hand.

"Willow, you can't think like that. If your father goes down, what happens to us?"

Willow looked down at the hand clutching hers.

When she was little, these hands had held hers as they waited for Quentin.

Waiting for the money.

Waiting for a legitimate title.

Waiting for the empty spot Vivian Vance would leave behind when she died.

They had waited for so many years.

But the spot they finally claimed had never been secure.

Willow slowly pulled her hand free.

"Mom, I'm not going to burn with you."

Lydia's hand hovered stiffly in mid-air.

Quentin watched Willow, his eyes dark and menacing.