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

the older generations was a stranger to her now. The villa stood abandoned, its grandeur

her, and she wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around herself. The yard was

pushed Andrew’s wheelchair up to the door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped key

her grandfather moved out, the place

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

a second house that was starkly different from

stood for centuries.

never 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

were indeed officials. Your grandfather was a diligent learner and a remarkable

her steps faltering as she saw the lock on

don’t have

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