The late afternoon sun bathed the mansion's living room in warm hues, casting long shadows over the wooden floorboards. The room, which had once seemed so unfamiliar, now felt like home to all who lived there. Alex stood near the fireplace, gazing into the flickering flames, deep in thought. With a deep breath, he called out to his family.
"Everyone, gather around!" he called, his voice echoing through the spacious hallways. "We have a meeting to discuss."
One by one, they began to file into the living room—his wives, Lyra, Yuki, and Sophia, followed closely by his son Joan, his mother Samantha, Thrain, Aiden, and even Tommy, who had come to enjoy this new life more than he thought he would. The house was full of life, full of warmth, and Alex couldn't help but feel proud of what they had built together.