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Amidst his current difficulties, Ramondo had postponed his dealings with a new associate. Calmed by one of his attentive maids and butlers, he was still feeling the weight of the situation, trying to compose himself while determining his next steps to ensure you's safety amidst his perilous line of work. "Read what's written on the basket," he ordered one of the butlers in a frigid tone, as a maid gently rocked you, soothing the inquisitive infant. "Certainly, boss," the butler replied, clearing his throat before attentively reading the note, holding it up for clarity. "Dear Ramondo, I am aware that you neither need nor want any complications or irrelevancies in your life, but you must understand. This infant, the product of our past liaison which you undoubtedly recall, is your responsibility. I refuse to care for this child, who has no place in my world; their name is 'you'. It falls to you to provide for you, as any decent parent would. The child must not