daily drama

Chapter 207 This Is Texas

Texas.

Newt Town.

Outside Sawyer Manor.

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

"Mr. Franworth?"

"It's me, you 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 should do."

Franworth reached out and shook Heather's hand: "Everything is for Rila, she is a good person and the best woman."

Speaking of this, he glanced at the graffiti on the wall of the gate, and sighed: "But it's a bit unwelcome here."

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

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

"of course can."

Franworth handed the document bag in his hand to Heather: "The inheritance documents are all in there, and there are three steps in total, but I have to tell you that Rilla didn't want you to sell the manor, so I did it in the inheritance. 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……"

Fran Worth hesitated for a moment, 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 in there."

Then, without waiting for Heather to answer, he handed over a long bunch of keys to Heather, explaining: "These are the keys inside and outside the manor, Rila attaches great importance to privacy and security, and the electronic password is 0819. "

Seeing Heather took the key chain 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 can give you something if you need it." I'll call, and after the property list, there will be a special accountant to sort it out for you, remember, you must read Rila's letter."

"I have something to do now."

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

"No!"

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

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

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

Heather looked sad and weak.

"Uh, yes."

Franworth could only nod.

"My grandma has passed away."

At this time, Heather's emotions have been completely substituted, not for the normal death of her grandmother who had never been masked, but for 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 family or reason, and now only you can help me."

Heather's good looks are already high, and normal men can't bear such tearful eyes, not to mention that Franworth does know the inside story, and is also Heather's grandma's lawyer and friend for many years.

"Ugh."

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

"what?"

Heather shuddered.

She just wanted to catch his words, but she didn't expect that there would be a real surprise. Could it be that she still has relatives alive?

"But maybe you'd rather be alone."

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

"Truth is truth, and pretense cannot be faked."

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

"Ok."

Franworth stared blankly at Heather for a while, seeing that she was determined, he had no choice but to say, "If you insist, I can tell you everything I know, and it all started more than 20 years ago... "

It turned out that the ancestral home of the Sawyer family was here. More than 20 years ago, a cousin of Heather was an imbecile but extremely strong. He liked to kill people with a chainsaw, so that people disappeared from time to time in the town.

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 nothing they can do.

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

The residents of the small town who got the news quickly gathered some people, drove to Sawyer's house, and surrounded the Sawyer's house. Regardless of the fact that the sheriff who arrived first had already persuaded the Sawyer family to hand over the murderer, they directly surrounded the house. Flaming wine bottles were thrown into Sawyer's house one by one, setting Sawyer's house on fire.

Then there was the massacre of the Sawyer family.

Heather's mother ran out with the baby in her arms. She was not burned to death, but she was also lying dying on the side of the road. She asked for help from Heather's adoptive mother who saw her.

Heather's adoptive mother has been infertile and wanted a child of her own very much. Naturally, she was overjoyed to see Heather who was still a baby, and called her husband who was still looking for any fish that 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.

The two stash little Heather in their car before heading off to join the butchers' orgy.

One by one seemed to have won a big battle, some held a chainsaw, some even directly held the broken leg of someone in the Sawyer family, and happily took many photos.

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

Heather's grandma, who was in the field, also escaped the catastrophe. After returning, she rebuilt the Sawyer Manor on the ruins.

Until more than 20 years later, that is, a few weeks ago, she died of illness.

"As soon as she came back that year, Rila checked everything and found you immediately, but because you were safer staying there, she just paid attention to it silently and didn't bother you all these years."

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

Seeing that Heather was in a daze and didn't speak, Franworth thought she was frightened, and comforted her: "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 he needs someone to take care of him."

"This is massacre!"

After a long time, Heather suppressed an angry growl: "Why is no one caring?! Since my grandma has the financial resources to rebuild the manor farm, and a lawyer like you, why didn't she sue them?!"

"Ugh."

Franworth smiled bitterly and said, "Son, this is Texas..."

(End of this chapter)