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

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 security was surprisingly

Andrew’s wheelchair up to the door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped key

was a retro 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

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was walled off, hiding a second house that was starkly different from the retro decor

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 officials. I didn’t think much of it

were indeed officials. Your grandfather was a diligent

the house, her steps faltering as she saw the lock on the

have the