"Margaret, what year was that equipment line?"
Just as Margaret was about to answer, footsteps echoed outside the room.
The nurse pushed the door open, looking a bit uneasy.
"Margaret, Mr. Langford is here."
Wren's grip on Margaret's hand tightened slightly.
Margaret wasn't surprised.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was much sharper.
"Let him in."
The nurse looked at Wren.
Wren didn't stand up.
She was no longer the person who instinctively wanted to avoid conflict the moment she heard Lawrence coming.
A few seconds later, Lawrence strode into the room.
He had clearly rushed over, still wearing the dark coat from earlier that day, carrying a suppressed displeasure in his expression.
Seeing Wren sitting by the bed, his footsteps faltered for a second.
"You're here."
Wren didn't answer.
Margaret spoke up instead.
"What, she's not allowed to be?"
Lawrence looked at the older woman, his tone softening a bit. "Margaret, that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?" Margaret stared him down. "You found out she came, so you chased her here. You found out she was suing, so you went to Stellaris to drag her away. Lawrence, you certainly know how to find her now."
Lawrence's expression darkened.
"Margaret, this is between her and me."
Margaret let out a sudden laugh.
There wasn't much strength in it, but it was freezing.
"Between you and her?"
She raised a finger and pointed at Wren.
"She was married to you for six years. The Langford family affairs, your mother's health, Leo's schooling, your daily life, and my illness—which one of these didn't she manage? When she took care of it, you called it family business. Now that she's stopped, you say it's between you and her."


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