NovelEnglishSure 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI quickly waved him away. "It's okay, it's okay. Keep going, I want to hear this." Grayson looked atconcernedly. "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 cto an abrupt halt. I felt like I had fallen into an icy cellar.
My hands unconsciously went to my once injured collarbone, and I stared at Grayson in disbelief. I didn't dare ask the question burning in my mind.
A head injury? A collarbone injury? This was impossible, absolutely impossible. There was no way it was just a coincidence, right? I didn't remember injuring 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. I had asked my mom about it.
I hesitated for a long tbefore asking Grayson cautiously, "What kind of car accident was it?" Grayson looked at me. "During their escape, they were trying to evade a pursuing car that rammed into them. Atlas was thrown out of the car, and his head hit the ground first." His words horrified me. I could see the scene vividly in my mind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The situation was dire. But thanksto the timely arrival of the Cross family, they rescued Mr. Atlas and those protecting him. However, Stella disappeared without a trace, and there was no news of her for a long time." Grayson said heavily. I couldn't understand. How could a person just vanish? Grayson concluded 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 in the investigation.
That's what I've found about the real Stella." My thoughts were in disarray. Annalise wasn't Stella; Atlas had toldthat personally. But where did the real Stella go during this time? Where did she end up after being thrown out of the car? My 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 piercing my brain.
My 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 black as I lost consciousness.
It felt like I was having a very long dream, filled with scenes from pictures I had seen before.
It was a sunny day, in front of a grand house with a lush green lawn. A young boy was running, and there was a ball at his feet, but I couldn't see his face clearly.
A little girl was chasing him. Their laughter echoed in the yard, and a few adults were drinking tea and chatting. They looked content, gazing lazily at the children and smiling warmly.
Then, the boy turned around, holding the ball. He ran to the adults and sat in a chair. He was handsome, smiling with warmth in his eyes. He talked to the girl in braided hair and a dress, placing his hand on the back of another chair, saying something. The girl placed the ball on the chair, her small hands resting on it, laughing happily. Everyone around them was smiling. I couldn't see their faces clearly. I strained to open my eyes to see who they were, but suddenly, I woke up.
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