Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406 Where the Old Photo Originated

My eyes widened as I looked at Grayson’s phone. The photo showed a boy and girl with distinct features,

around ten years old.

I couldn’t stop looking at the little girl’s delicate and beautiful face. She had large eyes, thin lips, and, most notably, a small dimple below her mouth. She had two long pigtails with strawberry–shaped hairpins

and wore a light pink dress.

She looked incredibly familiar, and I wondered why she resembled Ava.

The handsome boy beside the girl wore a white shirt and plaid shorts. He had one hand in his pocket and the other resting on a chair. The little girl leaned on the chair with a basketball placed on it.

The boy had striking features and an aloof smile. He appeared less cheerful than the girl but had an air of

sophistication. I knew it was a young Atlas,

“Is this… Is this a photo of Atlas when he was young?” My heart pounded, and my mind raced.

“Yes, it’s Atlas and the real Stella during childhood,” Grayson confirmed. “Now, look at the next picture.

Look at what’s written on the back of the photo.”

I swiped to the next photo and saw a date and two names, “Atlas and Sweetheart Stella,” written on it.

“Where’d you find this photo?” I asked Grayson shakily.

Grayson answered, “Obtaining this photo wasn’t easy. It was from a former servant to the Pierce family who quit long before the plane crash that took Louis’s, Tammy’s, and Rory’s lives.”

A chill ran down my spine, and my hair stood on end.

Grayson added, “The servant resigned and retired to her hometown due to illness. She returned from

Nocturnia to Tarnstead, where she lives a quiet life. Nobody cares about her.

“So, she didn’t even know Louis and Rory died?” I asked in astonishment.

Grayson nodded, “No, she didn’t. The woman left Nocturnia and never contacted the Pierce family again. When we found her, she was surprised and kept asking us how we found her. Then we asked her for this photo.”

“Who wrote the Is on it?” I asked, looking at the delicate handwriting on the back.

“Stella’s mother. Her maiden name is Lucille Avila.” Grayson replied confidently.

I felt an unexpected pain in my heart. I thought it was a beautiful name. I instinctively asked, “Can you

send me the photo?”

“Of course.”

“Chloe, don’t you think the girl in the photo looks familiar?” “Are you suggesting she resembles Annalise?‘ I asked.

Craven seemed to be probing me.