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

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

wrapped Andrew’s coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and neglected, but security

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

retro two–story 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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I remember correctly, the shrine should be in the back house,” Debra murmured,

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

stood for centuries.

told me it had always been here. Our

officials. Your grandfather was

house, her steps faltering as she saw

don’t have

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