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.”

city, it had been years since Debra last set foot there. According to family rules, visits were

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

at her, and she wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around

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

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 for the ancestral shrine housed

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should be in the back house,”

starkly different from the retro decor out front. This house was ancient, as if it

stood for centuries.

here. Our family was once

nodded. “Your ancestors were indeed officials. Your grandfather was a diligent learner and a remarkable

her steps faltering as she saw

don’t have the