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 the New Year, and since her father’s passing, she

only accommodated the older generations was a stranger

Andrew’s coat tighter around

pulling out an old,

a retro two–story villa, a century–old testament to a bygone era. After her grandfather moved out, the place had

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the shrine should be in the back house,” Debra murmured,

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

stood for centuries.

we had such an old 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 at

officials. Your grandfather was a

as she saw

have

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