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."

Tucked away 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 since her father's passing, she had lived with Ralph.

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

The night wind bit at her, and she wrapped Andrew's coat tighter around herself. The yard was overgrown and neglected, but security was surprisingly tight.

Debra pushed Andrew's wheelchair up to the door, pulling o