When I saw Grayson's hesitant demeanor, I guessed what it was about. "Spill it. Is it related to me?""I found Stella after the Pierce family had trouble back then," Grayson said, looking at me with some hesitation.My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Grayson. His expression made me curious and reinforced my belief that this was definitely not a simple clue."You mean the real Stella?" I asked eagerly. "Tell me, quick. I want to hear it. This will be useful."Grayson looked at me, nodded firmly, and said, "Okay."After Lucille passed away, Celine forced Stella to go to an orphanage. At that time, Atlas refused to agree no matter what. He didn't want to be separated from Stella. But he was just a child and couldn't stop it from happening. He could only watch helplessly as they took little Stella away. They just said they sent her to an orphanage, but no one knew where she had been sent."My heart suddenly ached."Atlas cried and screamed after Stella was taken away. Finally,
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
"You're awake!" A warm voice reached my ears, and I knew exactly who it was.I moved my head and struggled to open my eyes, glancing at the handsome face before me. His eyes were focused on me, and his hand gently brushed my forehead. "Feeling better? Do you still have a headache?"I stared at Atlas in confusion, piecing together the events from before. Glancing around, I realized I was in a hospital room.This made me a bit uneasy, and I looked at Atlas, asking, "Am I sick? Is there something wrong with my head?"He looked at me affectionately and asked, "Do you feel sick?""Then why am I here? How long have I been sleeping?"Atlas smiled, cleverly responding, "Well, it's lunchtime anyway!""I slept that long? Who brought me here? What about Grayson? Wasn't he with me in the office? Oh dear, there's so much I need to handle!"After saying that, I struggled to sit up, feeling a dull ache in my head."Well, it looks like you still remember." Atlas patted my cheek. "Grayson br
When he returned, I looked into his eyes and asked, "Have I really lost my memory?"He looked at me seriously, as if contemplating how to tell me.I anxiously stared at Atlas, urging, "You’d better tell me the truth. Don't just brush me off. The truth is, I've been like this for a long time. “Whenever I think about things, my head feels like it will explode, especially when I hear about Stella. Can you tell me what exactly my connection with her is?"As he observed my unsettled state, he sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me into his embrace. "Take it easy. I'll tell you everything.""You always say that, but it feels like you're just avoiding the issue each time. Do you know that the more you do this, the more I suffer? Can you tell me about my relationship with Stella?"I acted like a child, pouting and refusing to give in.He gave a faint smile, tightening his embrace as he cradled my head, pressing it against his chest. "You..."After waiting a while without continuing, I
Atlas took out his phone, pulled up his gallery, and placed the phone in my hands. He started to recount the past."Take a look. This is the real Annalise!"I gazed at the young girl in the phone album. She was beautiful, with lively, sparkling eyes and a radiant smile."The night after Aunt Hailey passed away, we huddled in that empty room. I'll never forget the loneliness, helplessness, and fear. It made me anxious." He glanced at me, his eyes filled with bitterness."I was scared, but Aunt Hailey told me I was a man and had to take care of Stella. Once lively and bustling with family, that room ended up with just the two of us. It was eerily silent."A faint, sorrowful twitch appeared at the corner of Atlas's mouth.Even after so many years, he still recalled those events with a sense of helplessness."At the time, all you did was cry in my arms. I wanted to as well, but I didn't dare to cry, let alone sleep. Aunt Hailey's departure haunted me. I just wanted to wait until d
I completely understood Atlas's state of mind. How could Celine, with her cunning nature, tolerate a child harboring such resentment toward her? She even dared to mess with Louis. She couldn't bear the threat posed by a child."You were really too young to comprehend all of that." I sighed as I looked at him.He lowered his gaze, his face carrying a trace of anguish. “I couldn't find you, and I was so anxious. I acted recklessly and didn't care about anything else. All I wanted was to find you and be with you every day."Atlas's tone was incredibly gentle, devoid of any sharpness.I bit my lip, wondering how I was doing after being separated from him. I pounded my head, lamenting, "Why can't I remember anything? Even a tiny bit would be helpful!"He quickly grabbed my hand to prevent me from hurting myself. "Stella, it's not your fault. It's because I failed to protect you, causing you to suffer and become like this. Losing you for so many years is my punishment."I still fou
Atlas, seeing me suddenly lose control, grew concerned. He quickly pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "Don't be upset, Chlo... Look, fate has finally smiled upon us, letting me find you in this vast sea of people. It must be the spirit of Hailey watching over us from above, guiding us."I won't let her get away with it, absolutely not," he promised, determination in his eyes. "I will make her repay us a hundredfold, bit by bit, and bring comfort to those departed souls."His words gradually calmed me down. I listened to his strong heartbeat, feeling unprecedented security and reassurance.Atlas continued to kiss me gently, patting my back. "Everything is in the past now, isn't it?""How did you find that orphanage?" I asked him, now that I was calmer.He looked at me seriously, waiting until I had completely relaxed before recounting that undoubtedly harsh history."Ian accidentally overheard Celine instructing her subordinates to get rid of me quietly. Taking a risk,
Atlas looked at me, and in his eyes, I saw a hint of sadness. "That was just the version you heard."He continued, "They gave you that story in a deliberate attempt to confuse you. That's why I've been reminding you that you need to trust me."My mind did a quick flip. He was right. The false Stella was the one who told me about Annalise the first time."The truth is, when the real Stella was sent to that orphanage, she wasn't called Stella anymore. She was given the name 'Annalise'," Atlas said with certainty."So Celine changed her name when she sent her there," I deduced."Yes, that's right. So even though we searched every orphanage, we couldn't find Stella.”"When did you find her?" I was having trouble understanding the intricacies of the situation."Perhaps it was fate. Just as I found the lost little girl, we discovered an orphanage. We went to inquire, and when Cody came back, he told me they had someone named Stella there. Overjoyed, I ran out to see her, but they woul