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... ally still on the velvet chaise, draped in soft blue silks like a porcelain statue that had given up on life. His eyes were glassy, staring into the void of motherhood while little Elysia suckled her pacifier like it was a divine duty passed down through their bloodlines.
She didn’t blink. Just kept staring at Lucein with that same mildly concerned expression—half "Where’s my milk?" and half "Mother, are you okay?"
Meanwhile, the estate was descending into absolute madness.
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