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."

pulled out her phone and sent the address to Andrew, who relayed it

"Yes, sir."

there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the New Year, and since her father's passing, she

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

and she wrapped Andrew's coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and

wheelchair up to the door, pulling out an old, tightly

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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should be in the back house," Debra murmured, following her

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

stood for centuries.

dad told me it had always been here. Our family was once prominent in Seamar City, with ancestors who were

faltering as she saw

don't have the

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