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.

collarbone, and I stared at

injury? A

There was no way it

head. I did have an injury on my collarbone, but it wasn't from a car accident. It was from falling off a motorcycle. I had asked my mom about

time before asking Grayson cautiously, "What kind

their escape, they were trying to evade a pursuing car that rammed into them. Atlas was thrown out of the car, and his

words horrified me. I could see the scene vividly in my

situation was dire. But thanks to the timely arrival of the Cross family, they rescued Mr. Atlas and those protecting him. However, Stella disappeared without a trace,

have been caught and sent back there. Shortly after that, we learned that she died there. As for what exactly happened during that time,

I've found about

Stella."

Stella; Atlas had told me that personally. But where did

she end up after

head throbbed, and I desperately tried to control my thoughts and not dwell on the details. But it seemed impossible. Fragments of memories rushed in swiftly, one after another, like shattered icicles

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