Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 1

Wren pushed open the doors to the banquet hall just as the massive screen on the stage lit up.

In the photo, Lawrence wore a sharp black suit, standing in the center of the spotlight with a cold, aristocratic elegance. Beside him stood a woman in a white evening gown, bending slightly to adjust a little boy's bowtie.

The boy was smiling brightly.

That was her husband, Lawrence.

Her son, Leo.

And her half-sister, Willow.

The three of them stood together, looking exactly like a picture-perfect family.

Wren's fingers tightened around the gift box, the sharp edges pressing uncomfortably into her palm.

She had purposefully ended her meeting early today, rushing here from the north side of the city and sitting in traffic for nearly an hour. Terrified of missing Leo's sixth birthday party, she hadn't even stopped to grab dinner.

But she never expected that this would be the first scene to greet her upon arrival.

The banquet hall was bustling.

Deep blue starry sky decorations covered the room, with overhead lights adjusted to a soft galactic glow. The walls were adorned with Leo's favorite aerospace models, and even the cake was shaped like a rocket.

Wren was intimately familiar with these details.

Because half a month ago, she had asked Leo what theme he wanted for his birthday this year.

At the time, Leo had been building blocks. Without even looking up, he mumbled, "Whatever."

She assumed he was just burnt out from homework and extracurriculars. She had spent hours researching, planning to handcraft a glowing planet model for him.

Looking at it now, it wasn't that Leo lacked interest.

It was that he had already given his expectations to someone else.

"Wren?"

A soft voice suddenly called out from behind her.

Wren turned around.

Willow stood a short distance away. The white gown highlighted her slender, gentle frame, and her eyes widened slightly as if she had just noticed Wren's arrival.

"Why are you just getting here?" Willow hurried over, her tone laced with just the right amount of concern. "Leo was just asking about you."

Wren stared at her.

Willow was three years younger, the daughter of Quentin and Lydia Whitaker. When they were young, Willow was always sickly, and everyone in the family constantly told Wren to give way to her.

She had given up toys, given up her bedroom, and given up her father's favoritism.

Later, when Willow went abroad to study rehabilitation medicine, Wren had paid for half of her tuition and living expenses.

Back then, Willow had held her hand, her eyes rimmed with red as she promised, "Wren, I'll definitely repay you one day."

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