My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

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.”

set foot there. According to family rules, visits were reserved for the New Year, and since her

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

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

door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped

a century–old testament to a bygone era. After her grandfather moved out,

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

different from the retro decor out front.

stood for centuries.

understood why 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

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

steps faltering as she saw the

don’t have