Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 62

Yet she was now growing increasingly out of line.

Julian spoke up at that moment. "Mr. Langford, Stellaris's stance is also the hospital's stance. The biggest taboo in the early stages of a pilot is the intrusion of non-core projects. Any external attachments will increase the risks associated with the Ethics Board review."

Lawrence shifted his gaze to him.

Julian's tone was mild, but he didn't back down.

"We are here today to discuss a medical pilot, not Langford Medical's internal personnel arrangements."

The conference room grew even quieter.

"Ten-minute recess," Lawrence said coldly.

Everyone slowly got up from their seats.

Wren grabbed her water glass and walked out of the conference room.

She didn't go to the break area, opting instead to stand by the window at the end of the hallway.

The sky outside was overcast, the glass reflecting her slightly pale face.

She set her glass on the sill and looked down at her hands.

They were perfectly steady.

So steady they didn't feel like her own.

Yet her chest felt as if it had been crushed by something heavy, leaving a numb, suffocating ache.

It wasn't that she still loved Lawrence so much she couldn't accept his betrayal.

She just felt her last six years had been incredibly pathetic.

She had guarded the title of Mrs. Langford, believing that was what marriage meant—responsibility, the home she had worked so hard to hold together.

But to Lawrence, it was nothing more than a title to be kept in the house.

As for tenderness, favoritism, desire, resources, and dignity, he could easily give those to someone else.

As long as he felt it "wouldn't cause an issue."

Julian walked up beside her, not speaking right away.

After a moment, he handed her an opened bottle of water.

Wren took it.

"Thank you."

Julian's voice was very low. "Does it hurt?"

Wren's eyelashes fluttered lightly.

Three simple words.

Yet they were harder to defend against than any form of comfort.

She looked out the window and said softly, "Yes."

Julian didn't say "don't be sad," nor did he say "he's not worth it."

He simply stood by her side, shielding her from the passing gazes in the hallway.

Wren gripped the water bottle tightly, taking a few seconds to compose herself.

"But I'll be fine."

She slowly lifted her head.

"Once I get through this pain, I'll finally be completely clean of him."

Ten minutes later, the meeting resumed.

Wren's demeanor was even colder than before.

They went through every clause one by one, putting every boundary down on paper.

Willow tried to interject several times, but Wren blocked her with procedural protocol each time.

Lawrence's expression grew darker by the minute.

By the end of the meeting, the two sides had only confirmed the equipment interface standards.

The rehabilitation project was explicitly excluded by Stellaris from the first phase of cooperation.

Willow sat there, tears hovering on the verge of falling.

The team from Langford Medical looked rather awkward.

Wren gathered her documents, preparing to leave.

Lawrence suddenly spoke up. "Wren, stay behind."

Julian glanced at her.

Wren gave him a look to assure him she was fine.

The conference room quickly emptied.

Willow slowly stood up as well.

"Lawrence..."

He didn't look at her. "You head out first."

Willow bit her lip, having no choice but to leave.

The door clicked shut.

Only Wren and Lawrence remained in the room.

Lawrence stared at her, his voice thick with suppressed anger.

"What exactly were you trying to pull today?"

Wren fired back, "What is Mr. Langford referring to?"

"Did you really have to humiliate Willow in a professional setting?"

Wren let out a short laugh.

"Lawrence, is that what you care about most right now? That I humiliated her?"

Lawrence furrowed his brow.

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