Five years later…
The Wilson manor was reconstructed. The white marble structure, surrounded by white walls, stood majestically in the middle of the vast estate. It was decorated with many small, colorful lights.
Laughter and chatter could be heard from every corner of the house. Everyone seemed to be happy, preparing for a party. The servants were all busy decorating the house with various colorful balloons. It was clear that they were preparing for a birthday party.
Kitchen staff members were busy cooking various dishes.
The three children were running around the house, unaware of how busy everyone else was.
The little girl looked adorable in her pink frock. She walked elegantly like a princess, and two boys trailed her everywhere she went.
"Your highness, your legs must be aching. You must sit down for a while." It was Elliot who spoke.
The other boy immediately patted the sofa and motioned for her to sit.
