Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 24

Willow lowered her head, playing the picture of modesty.

"Eleanor, Wren just has a colder personality. She really does work hard."

"Hard?" Eleanor scoffed. "She joined the Langford family, she wants for nothing, and she has a whole staff to help raise her child. What exactly is hard about her life?"

Lawrence frowned.

If he had heard this in the past, he probably wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But for some reason, the words grated on him tonight.

Was Wren's life hard?

His mind suddenly flashed back to the countless messages she used to send him.

Leo has a fever.

Mom's check-up results are back.

There's soup keeping warm on the stove.

These things used to be so trivial—so mundane he never actually gave them a second thought.

He only knew his household was always peaceful.

Leo was always perfectly cared for.

His mother's medical appointments were never missed.

His own daily life ran seamlessly without him ever lifting a finger.

But beneath all that peace, it seemed someone had been holding the entire structure together.

Lawrence quickly shoved the thought away.

If Wren really felt mistreated, she could have just told him.

If she didn't say anything, how was anyone supposed to know?

Willow placed the water glass next to his hand.

"Lawrence, have some water."

Lawrence took it.

Willow sat down beside him, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Leo was crying just now. He said Mom never used to ignore his calls."

Lawrence's grip on the glass tightened.

Willow added softly, "I didn't know how to comfort him. Wren seems really, really angry this time."

Lawrence looked up at her.

"She won't stay mad for long."

His tone was still absolute.

Looking at him, the lingering anxiety in Willow's chest finally dissipated.

The more certain Lawrence was that Wren would never leave, the safer her own position became.

She nodded gently. "Yeah, Wren loves Leo more than anything."

That sentence felt like a stamp of validation on Lawrence's own judgment.

Exactly.

Wren worshipped Leo.

So sooner or later, she would come back.

Lawrence set the glass down and went upstairs.

As he passed his study, his footsteps faltered.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Xavier mentioning earlier that Wren had been highly professional at the Stellaris meeting.

Ms. Whitaker.

Lawrence's brow furrowed deeply.

He really hated when other people called her that.

That title stripped her away from the Langford family and placed her in a world he didn't recognize.

And that world seemed to have absolutely nothing to do with him.

His phone buzzed.

It was a text from Harrison Xander.

[You're really not going to clarify the news?]

Lawrence glanced at it but didn't reply.

A second later, Harrison sent another.

[Lawrence, don't cross the line. Wren isn't heartless. She feels this.]

Lawrence's expression darkened completely.

He typed back rapidly.

[When did my family affairs become your business?]

After sending it, he tossed the phone onto his desk.

It was just one headline.

It was just one gala.

If Wren was really that bothered by it, she could have just come to him and talked it out.

Instead of using her words, she was pulling this stunt of not coming home and ignoring calls just to express her displeasure.

Lawrence found it utterly childish.

He sat at his desk and opened his laptop to review some documents.

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