The Mafia Lord's Quadruplets (English Version)
Lory said softly, a smile spreading across her face.
“You’re right, Lory,” I replied, my heart warming as I looked at our family together.
The atmosphere was cozy, filled with laughter, whispers, and the soft hum of excitement. The clock struck twelve, and the kids erupted in joyful cheers.
“Merry Christmas!” we all shouted together, our voices blending into a chorus of love and celebration.
We gathered around the Christmas tree, beautifully adorned with ornaments we had collected over the years, each one holding a memory, a story of our family’s journey.
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