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I felt the quadruplets would appear, but I was caught off guard by how soon they arrived. As I descended the staircase, the familiar voices of Cain, Max, and Malcolm reached my ears, echoing with that competitive energy so early in the morning. The debate was early, even for them, suggesting that tensions were already running high.
Halfway down, I decided I couldn't let this bickering carry on any longer, so I intervened. “Let’s talk,” I said firmly, trying to cut through the noise of their arguments. Always decisive, Cain immediately took the lead, guiding us toward the living room.
The room was perfect for a more private discussion—a cozy space filled with soft lighting and comfortable furniture, starkly contrasting the foyer's escalating tension. We needed to address what was
