Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 5

Following Wren's gaze, Willow glanced down at the cake. As if suddenly realizing something, she immediately plastered on a remorseful look.

"Wren, please don't misunderstand. Leo only gave me the first piece because I helped set up his party today. It's not that he doesn't care about you."

Wren remained silent.

Willow took a step closer, lowering her voice. "Kids are actually very simple. Whoever spends time with them and remembers what they like, that's who they gravitate toward. Wren, you really have been far too busy lately."

Wren suddenly let out a laugh.

It was a brief, cynical sound.

"I've been too busy?"

Willow's eyes darted away defensively. "I didn't mean it as a criticism. I just figured, since you want to dive back into your career, I could help shoulder some of the burdens at home."

Shoulder her burdens.

How incredibly thoughtful that sounded.

Just like when they were little, when Willow wanted to take over her piano lessons, and Lydia had said the exact same thing.

"Wren, Willow is frail and so sensitive. You're the older sister. Just let her take the lessons."

Later, when Willow decided she liked Wren's bedroom, Quentin had told her, "Your sister is a light sleeper, and the south-facing room gets better sunlight. Move into the guest room."

And then, when Willow wanted to study abroad but the Whitaker family's finances were tied up, Quentin had sat her down for an earnest talk. "Wren, you're married into the Langford family now. You don't lack this kind of money. Willow is your sister. Help her out."

She had helped.

Tuition, living expenses, recommendation letters for internships—she had provided it all.

Because she had always believed it was her duty as the older sibling.

Because she thought that if she just gave a little more ground, her family would finally know some peace.

But her concessions had never once satisfied Willow.

Willow merely took it as proof that if Wren could yield once, she could yield a second time, a third time, until she had handed over everything she owned.

Wren clutched the gift box tightly, her voice completely leveled.

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