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.”

in the 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

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

wind bit at her, and she wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around

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

After her grandfather moved out, the place had been left to gather dust, save for the ancestral

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in the back house,” Debra

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

stood for centuries.

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

officials. Your grandfather was a diligent

as she

don’t have the