Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 98

Julian didn't smile.

Her words were sharp, but there was nothing lighthearted about them.

Because Wren was acknowledging that she had been complicit in this imbalance.

She had traded her sacrifices to keep the household running, and in the end, everyone forgot that Lawrence was supposed to be a father too.

She turned and headed back into the conference room.

"Let's finish the meeting first."

Zeke looked up at her, wanting to ask but too intimidated to speak.

Wren sat down and picked up her pen. "Let's continue. We need to add a clause to the data permission summary: Home-end authorization can be revoked at any time. Once revoked, the device retains basic safety alerts but will not retain commercial analytics data."

She spoke calmly.

But Julian noticed her pen pause twice against the paper.

Wren was still worried.

At 11:40, Wren arrived at the school.

The teacher was waiting for her in the office.

Leo sat on a small chair nearby, his eyes red, clutching The Junior Astronaut Logbook in his hands.

The moment he saw Wren walk in, he jumped up.

"Mom."

Wren walked over and felt his forehead first.

"Are you feeling sick anywhere?"

Leo shook his head.

The teacher handed the logbook over.

"Ms. Whitaker, the assignment was technically completed, but Leo kept saying his dad wrote it, not him. He even told his classmates that his mom wouldn't have done it this way."

Leo lowered his head.

Wren opened the logbook.

The handwriting belonged to Lawrence.

Clean, sharp, and structured like a corporate report.

The final section read:

[Through this parent-child observation, the child has developed a profound interest in aerospace technology and will continue to engage with related knowledge.]

Wren stared at it for a long time.

She almost wanted to laugh.

Lawrence had turned his own son's homework into a project summary.

But the urge to laugh was quickly drowned out by a pang of heartache.

She knelt in front of Leo.

"Leo, why were you crying?"

Clutching the logbook, Leo's voice was tiny.

"Dad wrote it really well, but that's not what I wanted to say."

"Then what did you want to say?"

Leo glanced at the teacher, then back at Wren.

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