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 Grayson

head injury? A collarbone

no way it was just a coincidence,

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

Grayson cautiously,

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

I could see the scene vividly in my

him. However, Stella disappeared without a trace, and there was no news

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.

found about the

Stella."

told me that personally. But where did the

did she end up after being thrown

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 piercing

me. I clutched my head, trying to evade those thoughts, but the scenes unfolding before my eyes terrified me. I screamed, and everything went