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.”

the city, it had been years since Debra last set foot there. According to

a stranger to her now. The villa stood abandoned, its

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

up to the door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped key she

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

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shrine should be in the

different from the retro decor out front.

stood for centuries.

here. Our family was once prominent in Seamar City, with ancestors who were officials. I didn’t think much of it

indeed officials. Your grandfather was a diligent

approached the house, her steps faltering as she saw

have the