Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 31

Wren opened the folder immediately.

The paper had yellowed, and the copied ink was slightly blurred.

Still, she recognized her mother's handwritten notes at a single glance.

Vivian Vance's penmanship was just like her—sharp and decisive.

Wren's fingertips lightly brushed over the annotation.

[The ultimate goal of the device isn't to replace the heart, but to buy the patient time to live again.]

She stared at it for a long time.

A heavy lump formed in her throat.

Julian York did not disturb her.

After a moment, Wren said softly, "I almost forgot why I chose to study this."

She used to think that after marrying Lawrence, the center of her life had to be her family.

Everyone in the Langford family had told her that.

Everyone in the Whitaker family had blindly agreed.

And she truly had tried her best to be a good wife, a good mother, and a good daughter-in-law.

But somewhere along the way, she had lost Wren Whitaker completely.

Julian looked at her. "It's not too late to remember now."

Wren looked up.

The laboratory lights reflected in her eyes like a newly reignited spark.

"No, it's not too late."

At three o'clock the next afternoon, Wren arrived at Langford Medical right on time.

This time, she wasn't wearing her white blazer, but a sleek, light-gray suit that made her look sharp and professional.

The receptionist recognized her and was far more cautious than last time.

"Ms. Whitaker, Mr. Langford is waiting for you in the conference room."

Wren nodded. "Thank you."

She stepped into the elevator with Julian.

Just as the doors were about to close, a voice called out from the lobby.

"Wait."

Willow walked over briskly.

She was dressed in a soft white skirt suit, holding a stack of files for the philanthropy project, trailed by staff from the Langford Philanthropy Dept.

Seeing Wren in the elevator, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

Then, she smiled.

"Wren, what a coincidence."

Wren looked at her, completely expressionless.

"I'm here to discuss a project."

Willow's smile remained fixed. "Me too. Lawrence asked me to take charge of the rehabilitation philanthropy project, so I'm here today to confirm the content of the manual with the foundation."

When she said 'Lawrence asked me to take charge,' her tone was feather-light, yet it carried a deliberately soft, piercing edge.

Julian glanced at her briefly.

Wren merely nodded.

"That's nice."

Willow froze.

She thought Wren would at least ask why Lawrence had put her in charge.

Or perhaps show a hint of displeasure.

But Wren didn't.

She genuinely did not care.

A sudden, uncomfortable sensation twisted in Willow's chest.

The elevator reached the top floor.

As the doors opened, Xavier was waiting right outside.

"Ms. Whitaker, Dr. York, Mr. Langford is already in the conference room." After finishing his sentence, he turned to Willow, his tone noticeably warmer. "Willow, the philanthropy team is waiting for you in the small conference room."

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