Texas.

Newt Town.

Outside Sawyer Manor.

A white sedan drove slowly, and under Heather's gaze, a white-bearded old man in a suit stepped down.

"Mr. Franworth?"

"It's me, you're Heather?"

The white-bearded old man looked at Heather kindly.

"It's me. ”

Heather nodded, "Thank you for coming from Dallas." ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do. ”

Franworth reached out and shook Heather's hand: "It's all for Rayla, she's a good person and the best woman she can be." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the graffiti font on the wall of the gate, and sighed, "But it's a little unpopular here." ”

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Heather looked at him, "A few days ago, I didn't even know I still had this grandma. ”

"Absolutely. ”

Franworth handed the bag of papers to Heather: "The inheritance documents are all in it, and there are three steps, but I have to tell you that Rayla doesn't want you to sell this manor, so there are restrictions in the inheritance. ”

"There's no rush to that. ”

Heather casually took the file bag and looked at him with the same gaze: "I want to know the story here." ”

"This ......"

Franworthton hesitated, then patted his head, pulled a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Heather: "I almost forgot the most important thing, this is what Rayla left you, everything you want to know should be in it." ”

Then, without waiting for Heather to answer, he handed Heather a long set of keys in his hand and explained: "These are the keys inside and outside the manor, Rayla pays great attention to privacy and security, and the electronic code is 0819." ”

Seeing that Heather took the keychain and still looked at him, Franworth looked away unnaturally, took out another business card from his pocket, and handed it to Heather: "This is my business card, you can call me if you have something, and the property list will be cleared by a special accountant for you later, remember, you must read Rayla's letter." ”

"I'm going to have something right now. ”

Seeing Franworth's flickering words, Heather became more and more sure that there was a big problem here, and invited, "Why don't you go in with me, and we can have a good talk?"

"No!"

Franworth glanced at the manor, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and subconsciously denied it.

Then he realized that his attitude was too blunt, and added embarrassedly: "I still have something to do, and I have made an appointment in advance......"

"Mr. Franworth, you're a good friend of my grandmother, aren't you?"

Heather looked sad and weak.

"Uh, yes. ”

Franworth could only nod.

"My grandmother has passed away. ”

This will work, Heather emotions have been completely substituted, not for the normal death of her unmasked grandmother, but the cruel fact that her own mother died tragically at the feet of her adoptive parents, looking at Franworth with tears in her eyes.

"Here, I have no relatives and no reason, and now only you can help me. ”

Heather's appearance is already high, and normal men can't bear it with such tears, not to mention that Franworth does know the inside story, and he is also a lawyer and friend of Heather's grandmother for many years.

"Alas. ”

Franworth sighed, "You're not alone......"

"What?"

Heather was shocked.

She just wanted to trap his words, but she didn't expect that there was really a fierce news, did she still have relatives alive?

"But maybe you'd rather be alone. ”

Franworth glanced at the manor: "Some things are better not knowing than knowing. ”

"The truth is the truth, and you can't pretend to be it. ”

Heather said firmly: "I want to know everything, I hope you can tell me that I can bear it." ”

"Okay. ”

Franworth looked at Heather in a daze, and saw that she was determined, so he had to say helplessly: "If you insist, I can tell you everything I know, and it starts from more than 20 years ago......"

It turns out that the ancestral home of the Sawyer family is here, and more than twenty years ago, one of Heather's cousins, an imbecile, but unusually strong, likes to kill people with a chainsaw, so that people disappear from time to time in the town.

The people in the town have always suspected that this has something to do with the Sawyer family, but there is no evidence and there is nothing to be done.

Until one day, a young woman ran out of Sawyer's house covered in blood and learned from her that her companions had been brutally murdered.

The residents of the town, who got the news, quickly gathered some people, drove to Sawyer's house, surrounded Sawyer's house, and ignored the fact that the sheriff who arrived first had persuaded Sawyer's family to hand over the murderer, and directly threw the burning wine bottles to Sawyer's house, and burned Sawyer's house.

Then there was the massacre of the Sawyer family.

Heather's mother ran out with a baby in her arms, not burned to death, but also lay dying on the side of the road, asking for help from Heather's adoptive mother who saw her.

Heather's adoptive mother has been unable to have children, and she wants a child of her own very much, and when she sees Heather who is still a baby, she is naturally overjoyed, and calls her husband, who is still searching for any fish that has slipped through the net.

When Heather's adoptive father saw it, he immediately understood what his wife meant, pretended to agree, stepped forward and hugged little Heather, and then kicked Heather's mother to death with a kick in the head.

The two hide little Heather in their car and go to the butchers'.

One by one, they seemed to have won a big battle, some were holding chainsaws, and some even directly held the broken leg of the Sawyer family who didn't know who, and happily took many photos.

Sawyer's house was burned, but the real cause, Heather's cousin, who loved to kill people with a chainsaw, was locked in the basement and survived.

Heather's grandmother, who was out of town, also escaped the catastrophe, and after returning, she rebuilt the Sawyer Manor on the ruins.

It wasn't until more than 20 years later, a few weeks ago, that she died of illness.

"As soon as she came back, Rayla probed everything and found you as soon as possible, but because it was safer for you to stay there, she just paid attention to you all these years and didn't bother you. ”

Franworth sighed, "I don't think she would want you to come back if it was possible, but she can't help it, she's seriously ill and died, and your cousin needs to be taken care of in the basement of the manor." ”

Seeing that Heather was distracted and did not speak, Franworth thought that she was frightened, and comforted: "Your cousin knows about you, so don't be afraid, in fact, when Rayla was seriously ill and took me to meet him, he was also afraid of me, his mind was only about eight years old, and he needed someone to take care of him." ”

"It's a massacre!"

For a long time, Heather suppressed her angry roar: "Why doesn't anyone care?!Since my grandmother has the financial resources to rebuild the manor farm, and there is a lawyer like you, why don't you sue them?!"

"Alas. ”

Franworth smiled bitterly, "Kid, this is Texas......"