The Billionaire’s Breeding Vessel: Her Ruthless Return.
Four newborns living inside a concrete server farm didn't cry in unison; they cried in a complex, overlapping counterpoint that filled every corner of the dark space.
Cael cried only when his diaper was wet or his blood sugar dropped, a steady, programmatic alert that Evelyn could resolve within two minutes. Lyra cried with narrative—long, rising wails that sounded like an epic tragedy being told in a language Evelyn was desperately trying to parse. Remy didn't wait; he cried in short, explosive bursts of pure frustration, pausing for exactly four seconds to see if a hand was coming to lift him, and resuming at twice the volume if the space remained empty.
Serafine didn't cry often, but when