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.”

it had been years since Debra last set foot there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the New Year, and since her father’s

older generations was a

Andrew’s coat tighter around herself.

to the door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped

a bygone era. After her grandfather moved out, the place had been left to gather dust, save for

1/2

correctly, the shrine should be in

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

stood for centuries.

told me it had always been here. Our family was once prominent in

indeed officials. Your grandfather was a diligent learner and

approached the house, her steps faltering as

don’t have the