Chapter 207: This is Texas

Texas.

Newt Town.

Outside Sawyer Manor.

A white car drove slowly, and under Heather's gaze, an old man with a white beard in a suit walked down.

"Mr. Franworth?"

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

The old man with white beard looked at Heather kindly.

"it's me."

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

"This is what I should do."

Franworth stretched out his hand and shook Heather: "Everything is for Rila. She is a good man and the best woman."

Having said this, he glanced at the graffiti font on the wall of the gate and sighed: "But here it is somewhat unpopular."

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

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

"of course can."

Franworth handed the bag of documents to Heather: "The inheritance documents are all in it. There are three steps in total, but I have to tell you that Rila didn’t want you to sell this manor, so I did it in the estate. limit."

"These are not in a hurry."

Heather took the file bag casually and looked at him unchanged, "I want to know the story inside."

"This……"

Flavorston hesitated, then he patted his head, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Heather: "I almost forgot the most important thing. This is what Rila left for you. You want to know Should be all inside."

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

Seeing Heather taking the keychain and still looking at him, Franworth looked away unnaturally, took out another business card from his pocket, and handed it to Heather: "This is my business card. I will call, and there will be a special accountant who will settle the property list for you. Remember, you must read the letter from Ruila."

"I have something right now."

Seeing Franworth's evasive words, Heather became more sure that there was a big problem in it, and invited: "Why don't you go in with me, let's have a good chat?"

"Do not!"

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

Then realized that the attitude was too blunt, and awkwardly added: "I have something to do, and an appointment has been made in advance..."

"Mr. Franworth, are you a good friend of my grandma's?"

Heather looked sad and weak.

"Uh, yes."

Franworth could only nod his head.

"My grandma has passed away."

At this time, Heather's emotions have been completely substituted, not for the normal death of her unmasked grandma, but for the cruel fact that her own mother died tragically at the feet of her adoptive parents. He looked at Franworth with teary eyes.

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

Heather's appearance was already high, so teary eyes could not be held by normal men, not to mention that Franworth knew the inside story, and he was also a lawyer and friend of Grandma Heather for many years.

"Ugh."

Franworth sighed: "You are not alone..."

"what?"

Heather was shocked.

She just wanted to play with him, but she didn't expect it to be really unbelievable. Does she still have relatives alive?

"But maybe you want to be alone."

Franworth glanced at the manor: "It is better not to know something than to know."

"The truth is the truth, pretending is impossible."

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

"Ok."

Franworth stared at Heather for a while, and saw that she was determined, so he reluctantly said: "If you insist, I can tell you everything I know, and things will start more than 20 years ago. ..."

It turned out that the ancestors of the Sawyer family lived here. Twenty years ago, one of Heather's cousins ​​was an incompetent boy, but he was so strong that he used a chainsaw to kill people, so that people disappeared from time to time in the town.

The people in the small town have always suspected that this has something to do with the Sawyer family, but there is no evidence and there is no alternative.

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

The residents of the small town who received the news quickly assembled some people, drove to Sawyer’s house, and surrounded Sawyer’s house. Regardless of the fact that the police chief who arrived first had persuaded Sawyer’s family to hand over the murderer, they directly charged One by one, burning wine bottles were thrown into Sawyer's house, and Sawyer's house was set on fire.

Then the Sawyer family was slaughtered by random guns.

Heather's mother ran out carrying the baby, not being burned to death, but lying dying by the roadside, he asked for help from Heather's adoptive mother who saw her.

Heather's adoptive mother has been unable to give birth and wanted a child of her own very much. When Heather was still a baby, she was naturally overjoyed and called her husband, who was still nearby to search for any missing fish.

When Heather's adoptive father saw it, he immediately understood what his wife meant, pretending to agree, stepped forward and hugged little Heather, and then kicked Heather's mother to death.

The two hid little Heather in their car, and then went to the butchers' carnival.

Each one seemed to have won a big battle, some holding a chainsaw, and even holding a broken leg that Sawyer didn't know, and happily took many photos.

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

Heather's grandmother, who was in the field, also escaped, and after returning, rebuilt Sawyer Manor on the site.

It wasn't until more than two decades passed that is, a few weeks ago, that she died of illness.

"As soon as she came back that year, Rila explored everything and found you for the first time, but because you are safer to stay there, she has just paid attention to her silently over the years and did not disturb you."

Flavors sighed: "I think if possible, she doesn't want you to come back again, but there is no way, she died of a serious illness, and your cousin in the basement of the manor needs someone to take care of."

Seeing Heather not speaking in a trance, Franworth thought she was frightened and comforted: "Your cousin knows you, so don't be afraid. In fact, when Rila was seriously ill and took me to see him, He is also afraid of me. His mind is only about eight years old and needs someone to take care of him."

"This is a slaughter!"

For a long time, Heather suppressed an angry growl: "Why no one cares?! Since my grandma has the money to rebuild the manor farm, and a lawyer like you, why not sue them?!"

"Ugh."

Franworth smiled bitterly: "Child, this is Texas..."

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