THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY
His expression was unusually tense for a man who had once commanded international boardrooms without breaking a sweat.
“This one won’t stop crying,” he said, looking down at the bundle in his arms as if searching for a hidden reset button.
Mercy shifted her gaze to him. “You said that about the last one,” she reminded him.
“They sound the same,” he said defensively, shifting his weight.
“They are triplets, Lian.”
“I am aware,” he replied dryly.
As if on cue, a third wail joined the chorus from the nearby crib. Aurelian closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the wall of sound. “All three are crying now.”
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