EMILIA'S POV

Emilia woke before dawn, her mind already filled with plans for the day. She dressed quickly, pulling on a plain blue sweater and jeans, then quietly checked on the kids. The triplets were still fast asleep, their small bodies curled beneath the blankets. For a moment, she stood in the doorway, watching them breathe peacefully. Today was going to be a long day, and she wanted to savor this fleeting calm before the storm.

With a soft sigh, Emilia turned and headed downstairs. She found Francois already waiting outside, leaning against the sleek black car parked at the front of the pack house. The chauffeur gave her a...