No one could calm the widowed millionaire’s six babies…-naruto

his shirt unbuttoned and his face contorted. He picked Noah up, paced, whispered, pleaded. Nothing.

“Do something!” he roared, losing his composure in front of the staff for the first time.

Eleanor stepped forward.

—Perhaps, Mr. Anderson… we should consider that the inappropriate presence of certain people created an unhealthy dependency.

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