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We arrived at the house that Taylor had purchased a few days ago and the servants there help carry our bags into the two-storey white mansion standing before us. I wanted to pick Reign up and carry her in, but she insisted she’d walk and so I let her and she hold on to my finger for support. We walk into the house, and Taylor silently follows behind.

“We’ll be living here?” Reign asks, looking around with wide eyes as soon as we enter the house.

“Yes,” I reply and the two of the maids already waiting for us, in blue uniforms, walk up to us.

“Good afternoon,...