Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 640 The Shocking Hint

Sure enough, Grayson continued, "As a result, Celine was ruthless. An old servant of the Pierce family rescued Mr. Atlas and sent him away overnight." Grayson shook his head helplessly. As I listened to the story, I felt like it was becoming more difficult to breathe. Excruciating pain spread to every cell of my body. My head throbbed, and Grayson was alarmed. "Chloe..." he called.

I quickly waved him away. "It's okay, it's okay. Keep going, I want to hear this."

Grayson looked at me concernedly. "But..."

"I really am fine. It's an old illness. No big deal," I reassured Grayson earnestly.

After hesitating for a moment, Grayson continued under my determined gaze. "The latest information I found is that at that time, Atlas did find Stella. They were on the run when Stella had a car accident. She suffered a head injury and... a serious collarbone injury."

As he spoke, I was stunned. "... A collarbone injury?"

"Yes, a severe collarbone injury. The head injury was even worse," Grayson said, his eyes fixed on me.

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt. I felt like I had fallen into an icy cellar.

hands unconsciously went to my once injured collarbone, and I stared at Grayson

head injury? A collarbone

impossible. There was no way it was

have an injury on my collarbone, but it wasn't from a car accident. It

long time before asking Grayson cautiously,

me. "During their escape, they were trying to evade a pursuing car that rammed into them. Atlas was thrown out of

words horrified me. I could see the scene vividly in

family, they rescued Mr. Atlas and those protecting him. However, Stella disappeared without a trace, and there was

his narrative. "Finally, Annalise appeared at the orphanage, claiming to have been caught and sent back there. Shortly after that, we learned that she died there. As for what exactly happened during that time, only Mr. Atlas has the right to speak about it. No clues were found

I've found

Stella."

had told me that personally. But where did the real

end up after being thrown

not dwell on the details. But it seemed impossible. Fragments of memories rushed in swiftly, one after another, like

brain felt like a malfunctioning machine, and it scared me. I clutched my head, trying to evade those thoughts, but the scenes unfolding before my eyes terrified me. I screamed, and everything went