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Andrew turned to look at Debra, his gaze assessing.

Debra asked, “Is something wrong?”

Andrew pressed her lips into a thin line, reaching out to button up Debra’s

coat.

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“Alright.”

Even in his wool sweater, Andrew looked drawn.

Debra whispered, “I’m sorry for troubling you today.”

She should have realized that Andrew wasn’t well. The late–night chill was biting, and she had selfishly dragged him out there to satisfy her curiosity.

“Curiosity is natural,” Andrew said, reading her thoughts. “If I hadn’t brought you tonight, you probably wouldn’t have slept well.”

Debra wheeled him forward. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Is your family’s ancestral hall like ours?”

“Similar,” Andrew replied. “Our families are locals. The Houstons and the Osbornes came later.”

Debra nodded. “Could there be secrets hidden in the ancestral hall that we

don’t know about?”

Andrew’s tone was noncommittal. “Maybe.”

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Debra understood the subtext. If there were any secrets to be found, Andrew would have uncovered them during her long tenure as the Potter family’s head.

Or perhaps he knew more than he was letting on but had no intention of sharing.

Debra’s thoughts drifted to Edgar and the Bernard family. Their interest in

this city indicated they knew something

Someone as calculating as Edgar wouldn’t have come to Seamar City based on mere rumors. He would need solid evidence.

Andrew’s voice jolted Debra back to reality. “Where are you planning to push me next?”

Debra looked around, realizing she had aimlessly wandered to the other side. of the courtyard.

“Sorry, my mind slipped,” she apologized, quickly changing direction.

The wheelchair hit a stone, jolting Andrew in his seat. Debra quietly moved the stone and continued pushing, pretending nothing had happened.

“Don’t overthink it,” Andrew advised. “I’m only telling you this so you don’t keep clashing with Marion. No one has seen the treasure for years. It might just be a legend. Marion hides things from you to avoid implicating you and to prevent history from repeating itself.”

Debra bit her lip. “How did Marion’s mother die?”

“Mrs. Houston was already frail,” Andrew explained. “She died accidentally not long after giving birth to Marion.”

“What kind of accident?”

“Falling from a height.”

Andrew’s words sent a chill down Debra’s spine. She recalled the rumors- the drinking, the drugs, the madness that led to a fatal fall.

Marion had dismissed some of these stories as false, but the fall was true.

“Was it accidental or deliberate?”

“You’ll have to ask Marion.”

Debra fell silent, wondering if Marion would tell her the truth.

Andrew said, “It’s late. Perhaps you’ll get an answer to your questions tonight.”