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.”

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

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

she wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around herself. The yard was

to the door, pulling out an old,

century–old testament to a bygone era. After her grandfather

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should be in the back

walled off, hiding a second house that was starkly different from the retro decor out front. This house

stood for centuries.

house,” Debra said. “My dad told me it had always been here. Our family was once prominent in Seamar City, with ancestors who were

were indeed officials. Your grandfather

house, her steps faltering as

don’t have