Chapter 407

After some hesitation, Grayson nodded. “Yes.”

“So, what are you implying?” I couldn’t imagine where this was going. It was unfortunate that such a bright and lovely little girl had met such a tragic fate.

When Grayson sent me the photo, I returned to my seat and looked at it through my phone. I felt conflicted and muttered, “Why is everything so complicated? Why did they start calling her Annalise?”

I continued, murmuring. “Grayson, who do you think the current Stella is? Why have they both appeared in the orphanage in the mountains?”

These questions were confusing, and I couldn’t understand them.

“That’s why I’m continuing to investigate. There are too many mysteries here, and I feel like there’s a missing link,” Grayson explained.

I looked at him. “What do you think is wrong?”

“For example, after Rory’s death. They confirmed his identity through official DNA testing. There shouldn’t be any mistakes. So why would Stella boldly appear by Celine’s side and even be adopted as her goddaughter?”

I agreed. “It’s unlikely Atlas couldn’t recognize the real Stella.”

Grayson snapped his fingers and nodded. ‘Exactly. The young Stella and the adult Stella couldn’t change their appearance so significantly. Atlas should have realized this long ago. Why did he accept the current Stella as Rory’s daughter?”

Grayson continued, “Also, why did Annalise die? Don’t you think her death is a crucial point?”

His words made me think. Annalise was not only a turning point, but it seemed there was much more to it I remembered Atlas saying that Annalise wasn’t who he was looking for. He also said she was nothing to him.

I wondered why he said that and what he was genuinely searching for. After all, during childhood, he was protective of the real Stella, who was also Annalise.

I felt a severe headache immediately after. The pain was so bad that I even dropped my phone on the desk. Grayson hurried over and asked with concern, “Chlo, are you okay?”

I quickly waved, struggling to speak. “It’s… nothing. My head just hurts.”

I’ll get you some water. Maybe you didn’t sleep well last night.” Grayson looked worried.

waved repeatedly. “It’s fine, you… didn’t you say you found some information about Rory? I want to see it.

For some reason, I was curious about this person and wanted to know more about him. Still, Grayson looked at me with concern. “Chloe, you don’t look well. You should rest for a while.”

“I’m fine. I want to see that information,” I insisted.

“Okay, I’ll get it for you,” Grayson agreed under my persistence. He didn’t delay and went to retrieve the documents for me.

I rubbed my throbbing temples. I thought I slept well last night, but this had happened too frequently lately. I considered seeing a doctor and getting a check–up soon. I had never experienced such consistent pain before.

I called for Carol to bring me a glass of water and go to the pharmacy downstairs to get some painkillers. The pain even caused my vision to darken. I closed my eyes and leaned into my chair to ease the discomfort.

Soon, Grayson brought a stack of documents to me. While handing them to me, he said, “Chloe, take your time to read through these. Keep them safe. These are all the information I’ve compiled about Rory and Lucille.”

I held these documents as if they were treasures.

Grayson continued, “I never expected Rory to have such a background. His wife, Lucille, came from the Avila family, an influential family in Yare. The Avilas had a solid foundation there.”

“The Avila family from Yare?” I repeated.

Suddenly, I remembered Hana was also from Yare.