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CHAPTER 093
Author: LADY E
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Jackson’s mansion was alive with a different kind of silence.

It wasn’t the emptiness of unoccupied rooms, nor the stiff quiet that followed after business meetings and family confrontations.

No, this was a softer stillness, by the occasional newborn cry, the shuffle of hurried footsteps of the maids running around with duties awaiting them and the low hum of lullabies whispered in the night.

It had been five days since Leo entered the world, and though exhaustion clung to her bones, Dianna moved with a grace only new mothers carried.

She tiptoed through the nursery, her hair loose around her shoulders, her gown flowing as she carried her son against her chest.

His breaths came soft and steady, the weight of his tiny body grounding her in ways nothing else ever had.

Jackson was already waiting in the nursery.

He stood by the wide crib carved from polished oak, its edges lined with pale blue silk.

His back was straight, his expression softened only by the sight of his wi
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