Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 97

The next morning, Leo's Junior Astronaut Logbook was rejected.

Lawrence had sat by the coffee table with Leo until 11:30 last night. The paper was filled with neatly structured sentences, almost aggressively perfect.

But when the little boy handed the logbook to his teacher the next morning, she only took one look before pulling him aside.

"Leo, did you write this yourself?"

Leo hung his head, his fingers picking at his backpack straps.

"Dad wrote it."

The teacher paused.

"And what about your observations?"

Leo couldn't answer.

The logbook required parent-child observation, not for a parent to churn out a perfect answer sheet on the child's behalf.

Mom wouldn't have done this.

She would have let Leo speak first, and even if his thoughts were a mess, she would have patiently guided him sentence by sentence. The final result might not have looked perfect, but it would have been filled with his own ideas.

Lawrence didn't know that last night.

All he knew was that Leo couldn't fail to turn in his homework.

So he essentially did the whole thing for him.

At 10 AM, Wren was in the Stellaris conference room communicating with hospital representatives regarding The Ethics Board supplementary materials.

When her phone buzzed, she glanced at the screen.

Leo's homeroom teacher.

She rejected the call.

Less than thirty seconds later, it rang again.

Wren frowned slightly, picked up her phone, and stepped out into the hallway.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Leo's mother? I'm Leo's homeroom teacher."

Wren stopped in her tracks.

"Yes, this is she. Is something wrong with Leo?"

The teacher's voice sounded troubled.

"Physically he's fine, please don't worry. It's just that his mood has been very unstable today. He was crying this morning when he handed in his space logbook. We'd like to have a chat with his parents."

Wren's grip on her phone slowly tightened.

"Is he still crying?"

"He's calmed down a little," the teacher paused. "Ms. Whitaker, if it's convenient, could you make a trip to the school today?"

Inside the conference room, Julian was looking her way.

The hospital's newly proposed risk clauses were spread across the table.

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