Chapter 1193

Six years later. The Fuller and Wallace family estates were in the midst of massive renovations. A little girl appeared on a livestream—round face framed by two tiny pigtails, big sparkling eyes under an icy crystal crown. Her chubby cheeks were so irresistibly soft-looking they could melt a stranger’s heart. Holding a selfie stick, she beamed at the camera in a sweet, sugary voice. “This is my home! Our family estate! And all these Peppa Pig decorations? Apparently, they were my mom’s favorite when she was little!” She leaned toward the camera conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “Between you and me, I think my mom is so childish. And her taste? Let’s just say… not great. Who in their right mind loves a pink pig this much?” She pouted dramatically. “I want to redecorate, but Mom won’t let me. She says she loves it this way. And if Mom says no, Dad won’t agree either.” Her tiny shoulders slumped in exaggerated despair. “See? Proof that parents are the real love story… kids are just ac