Chapter 1168

One week later. The Wallace family estate had been transformed into a vision of celebration—festive lights twinkled against the night, vibrant decorations draped over every arch and pillar. Laughter and cheerful chatter spilled from every corner, and smiles bloomed on every face. William bustled about like a man half his age, directing the servants with boundless energy. Deep wrinkles creased further as he grinned, standing beside the family patriarch and three other elderly relatives. Their eyes shimmered with emotion as they took in the joyous scene. For more than a decade—ever since Jane vanished—they had believed such a day would never come again. Yet here she was, home at last, and the Wallace household was alive with the kind of celebration they had thought lost forever. Meanwhile, Jane sat in her room, poised obediently before the vanity while the makeup artist worked with meticulous care. "Miss Jane, your skin is flawless," the artist breathed, leaning closer to perfect an alre