My adoptive father, George, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Were you the one who received the child from Navi?"

Clark turned to look at George, squinting slightly, while Atlas urged in a sinister tone, "Speak!"

"Yes." Clark nodded, "That's how I got to know Navi."

"How old was the kid? Do you remember any distinguishing features?" He seemed eager and involuntarily took a step forward.

I knew he was trying to find out about where Gemma was.

"It was a girl. She was young, around 8 or 9 years old. There was nothing particularly distinctive about her."

"And what happened to that child afterward?" I asked.

"She... she is now Ms. Stella," Clark said naturally.

I glanced at Atlas.

Stella again? But why had Atlas said the test results proved she wasn't Gemma?

"Are there any other girls around Celine?" I asked.

"I don't know." Clark glanced at Atlas, then quickly continued, "She never let me get close to her inner circle. She only entrusted me with minor tasks and dea