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.”

to family rules, visits were reserved

a stranger to her now. The villa

coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and neglected, but

to the door, pulling out an old, tightly wrapped

her grandfather

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in the back

backyard was walled off, hiding a second house that was starkly different from the retro decor out front. This house was ancient, as if

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

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

steps faltering as she saw the

don’t have the

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