Alessia's POVBy my third week at the estate, the exhaustion was settling deep into my bones. But physical tiredness was nothing compared to the emotional torture of watching my son from a distance.On Tuesday afternoon, everything fell apart in the main hallway.Elijah was having a meltdown. He sat in the middle of the carpet, crying so hard he was gasping for air. His face was flushed red, tears soaking his small collar. Next to him, his elder nanny, Clara, looked flustered and exasperated, holding out a silver bowl of oatmeal."Young master, please, just one bite," Clara begged, her voice high and strained. "Your father will be furious if he finds out you haven't eaten all day."Elijah just pushed the bowl away, sending it clattering onto the floor. Soft warm oatmeal splattered across the expensive rug."No! Go away! I want my mama!" Elijah sobbed, burying his face in his tiny hands.My heart shattered right then and there. Clara huffed in frustration, raising her hand as if to gra
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