From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After

Chapter 508

“Maybe.”

“Do you truly not know who killed my parents?”

Andrew hesitated, then shook his head, “I don’t.”

Debra helped Andrew to the car, and the driver got him in the backseat.

Debra’s mind was a whirlwind of questions and doubts. Sleep would be elusive tonight.

“Can you take me to our old house?”

“Address.”

Debra pulled out her phone and sent the address to Andrew, who relayed it to the driver.

“Drive.”

“Yes, sir.”

heart of the city, it had been years since Debra last set foot there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the New Year, and since

had only accommodated the older generations was a stranger to her now. The villa stood abandoned,

night wind bit at her, and she wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and neglected, but

pulling out an old, tightly wrapped

two–story villa, a century–old testament to a bygone era. After her grandfather moved out, the place had been left to gather dust, save for

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be in the back house,” Debra murmured, following her

different from the retro decor out front. This

stood for centuries.

had such an old house,” Debra said. “My dad told me it had always been here. Our family was once prominent in Seamar City,

officials. Your grandfather was a diligent learner and

her steps faltering as she saw the lock on

have the