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.”

been years since Debra last set foot there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the

that had only accommodated the older generations was a stranger to

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

the door, pulling out an old, tightly

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 for the

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remember correctly, the shrine should be in

a second house that was starkly different from the retro decor out front. This house was

stood for centuries.

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

officials. Your grandfather was a

steps faltering as she saw

have