Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 180: I Love Stella Grant

The media swarmed forward, clamoring with questions,

"President Fordham, are you considering remarrying Miss Grant?"

"President Fordham, is your relationship with God N a business strategy or true love?"

"President Fordham, have you really broken up with Best Actress Kensington?"

...

Several burly bodyguards stood protectively to the side, forcefully pushing away the crazed reporters. The cameras and flashes felt like they were about to devour someone.

Keegan Lindsey reacted quickly and opened the car door.

The next second, Aiden Fordham carried Stella Grant into the car.

He kept his movements gentle, trying not to touch her too much.

The door closed, and the car shot out of the encirclement like an arrow loosed from the string.

"Aiden Fordham! What exactly do you want from me!"

Stella finally lost it. She struggled to sit up straight, her beautiful eyes brimming with grievance and anger, glimmering with tears.

"Can’t you give me the most basic respect?"

Aiden’s tall figure exuded a powerful sense of oppression, boxing her in between himself and the car door.

He was still holding her, refusing to let her budge an inch, his jaw clenched tightly.

He lowered his voice to a near whisper, every word domineering and absolute.

"I don’t like you being with other men."

"He’s just a friend! We just had a meal together!" Stella’s voice was shaking with anger. "You really needed to make such a big scene? You even kicked someone..."

"You two are already trending, someone’s got an agenda." Aiden cut her off, his tone heavy.

He suspected there was intentional manipulation going on behind the scenes.

She froze for a moment. "How people take pictures isn’t up to me! Anyway, I haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t have to make such a fuss!"

Aiden looked at the sparkle at the corner of her eye, and something twisted painfully inside his chest.

He immediately softened, reaching out to wipe away her tears, but she turned her head to avoid his touch.

"Alright, alright, I did go overboard."

He coaxed her in a gentle voice.

"I’ll have Keegan send him some compensation for his medical bills, okay? Please don’t be mad, hmm?"

That was like lighting a powder keg.

"Is this about medical bills?"

She finally couldn’t hold it in, and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You’re always like this! Acting all high and mighty! Have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Seeing the tears filling her eyes, her look of wounded grievance—he actually panicked a bit.

That always-in-control calmness collapsed in an instant.

"I’m sorry, I lost my temper earlier. Don’t cry, okay?" He leaned in, trying to kiss her cheek. "Let’s go for hotpot later, yeah?"

But she turned her head sharply, dodging his lips.

The lights racing past the car windows flickered over her face, casting shadows on her features.

"Aiden Fordham." Her voice had grown cold, tinged with exhausted despair.

"Your love is suffocating. I can’t breathe. Maybe..."

"Stella, don’t push me away."

He cut her off instantly, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

"I can’t live without you in my life."

She raised her tear-stained eyes, looking at him quietly.

In her gaze, all the rage had been replaced by a fathomless exhaustion and sadness.

"Aiden Fordham, what I want isn’t compensation or material things."

"Corinne Kensington once hurt me so much, and yet you kept defending her, protecting her."

Her voice was soft but every word struck right at his heart.

"Why is that?"

He fell silent.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, but not a single word came out.

That death four years ago—a debt that could never truly be repaid, never really explained, never erased from memory.

He had once been moved, but that was all in the past now.

All those tangled memories—how could he possibly explain them to her?

In the end, after a thousand words died on his tongue, all he managed was: "I’m sorry."

Those three words, sharper than any blade.

Stella was quiet, her heart feeling as if it was about to be torn to shreds.

She pressed her head to the cold windowpane, gazing at the blurred night outside.

She only said four words, "Send me home now."

He continued to coax, continued to promise.

"Stella, I swear I’ll never hurt you again because of her. I can’t change the past, but right now, you’re my entire world."

His voice was filled with urgency and sincerity.

But she said nothing more.

Her world—was raining. Torrential rain, a scene of chaos...

The car finally stopped smoothly at the gates of Sterling Manor.

Keegan Lindsey opened the car door.

Stella put her feet to the ground, swaying slightly on her feet.

She only took a few steps before everything went dark, her whole body going limp as she collapsed forward.

"Stella!"

A steady figure rushed out from the mansion, catching her swaying body just in time.

It was Charles Sterling.

Aiden froze at the sight, his heart skipping a beat, about to rush over.

Charles Sterling raised his head, shooting him a murderous glare.

That look was icy, viciously sharp, radiating seething rage and warning—Aiden’s steps halted on the spot.

At that moment, breaking news notifications were still bombarding his phone like crazy.

#President Fordham and God N’s Passionate Kiss#

#Shocking! President Fordham Snatches Someone in Public#

#God N Suspected Relationship Exposed#

Each tag wilder than the last—they’d already become legendary gossip across the entire net.

Soon after, another car sped to the mansion, a family doctor rushing in with a medical kit.

Aiden stood outside, staring at that tightly closed door, wracked with anxiety.

He kept texting her, calling her again and again—there was never any response from the other end.

Each passing second was pure torture.

It wasn’t until dawn that the doctor finally emerged, looking utterly exhausted.

Aiden rushed up to him, his voice hoarse. "Doctor, inside... what happened?"

The doctor glanced at him and answered in a businesslike tone.

"Miss had a threatened miscarriage—her emotions became too agitated. We administered treatment and she’s stable for now, but she needs complete rest."

Aiden nodded, his head buzzing.

He instinctively assumed the doctor was talking about Vivi Sterling.

Only then did he relax a little.

Inside Sterling Manor’s living room, all the lights blazed.

Mrs. Sterling glared at the trending photos and comments, her entire body shaking with anger.

She grabbed a baseball bat, ready to storm out for a reckoning.

"I’ll tear him apart! That bastard!"

"Come back here!" Charles Sterling caught his wife, his face so dark it could drip ink.

"I’ll go." He said grimly, "This is a conversation between men."

He comforted his wife, then strode personally to the gates.

The night wind was icy-cold. Aiden stood there, stiff and upright, suit soaked with dew, handsome face written with exhaustion and unease.

Charles Sterling eyed him, gaze utterly devoid of warmth.

"Trying to rekindle an old flame?"

He spoke straight to the point, tone glacial.

Aiden’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he nodded.

"Fine."

Charles Sterling’s voice held absolute authority, with just a hint of resigned frustration.

"Let me give you a path."

"First, right now, order your people to suppress the trending topics for me. Then issue a public statement yourself—I don’t need to coach you on what to say."

"Second, make my daughter happy. Get her to forgive you, get her to acknowledge you again."

"Third, don’t ever upset her again. She’s frail now, extremely precious—can’t be made to cry or get angry."

Charles Sterling stared at him, enunciating each word.

"If you do all three, then maybe I’ll consider giving you another chance."

Charles Sterling was thinking of Stella’s little one—no way was he about to let the child’s birth father be written off.

"Okay!" Aiden met the imposing elder’s eyes and nodded solemnly.

Charles Sterling said nothing more, turning and heading back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Aiden stood vigil outside the door all night long.

Like a silent statue.

It wasn’t until the sky began to brighten that he finally drove away.

The next day, the skies of Meritopia were gray and overcast.

The trending topics that had run wild yesterday were all but erased. On his personal official account, Aiden Fordham posted: I love Stella Grant.

Five simple words—direct and to the point, serving as the incident’s response.

The wild rumors about God N and Dr. Lynch vanished as if doused by a bucket of cold water, snuffed out in an instant.

The netizens who had been frenetically tagging God N and Dr. Lynch yesterday were now dead silent, terrified that President Fordham might come settle scores with them one by one.

The Fordham Group, President’s Office.

Quentin Lockwood lounged on the sofa, legs crossed leisurely. There were two coffee cups on the table before him, one already empty.

He had been waiting a while now.

Aiden Fordham pushed open the door, surrounded by a heavy mood, his handsome face looking ashen.

He shot Quentin Lockwood a sullen look, his voice rough. "Did you get the Whitman Family’s DNA sample?"

Quentin smirked, sliding an envelope across the table.

"When I handle things, you can rest easy."

"Personally supervised by me—guaranteed genuine, guaranteed secure."

Aiden’s taut nerves instantly loosened—joy surging to his chest. He strode over and picked up the envelope.

He dialed the internal line, calling Keegan Lindsey in.

Then, he took two other sealed bags from his own drawer, handling them with utmost care.

The bags were clearly labeled in black marker.

One: Corinne Kensington.

One: Stella Grant.

Each held several strands of hair inside.

"You supervise this personally. Use the most authoritative institution. Get it done as fast as possible."

Aiden’s gaze was steely, non-negotiable.

"Remember—there must be no mistakes."

"Yes." Keegan received the three bags with solemn seriousness, as if he’d accepted a military order, nodded again, and strode out quickly.

The Imperial Capital, Whitman Manor.

Corinne Kensington stared furiously at those five words on her phone, shaking all over, her beautiful face pale as a ghost.

[I love Stella Grant.]

Her Weibo comment section had exploded, fans in uproar and speculation rife.

Now that Aiden Fordham had gone public with his confession—wasn’t that effectively announcing he was done with her?

So what did that make her?

A joke?

Mrs. Whitman walked in carrying a bowl of bird’s nest soup, seeing her daughter so out of sorts, and asked with concern,

"What’s going on? Who’s upset my precious girl now?"

Corinne couldn’t hold it anymore, throwing herself into Mrs. Whitman’s arms, burying her head against her mother’s warm neck, her voice choked with sobs, utterly aggrieved.

"Mom, Aiden... he confessed to another woman."

"He doesn’t love me anymore. I feel just awful..."

Mrs. Whitman patted her back gently, voice soothing but carrying an unmistakable steel.

"Don’t worry, my Sierra is the most wonderful girl in the world—so beautiful and capable. What right does Aiden Fordham have to look down on you?"

"Tomorrow, I’ll accompany you to Meritopia. I’ll go visit the Fordham Family myself."

"The Whitman heiress deserves any man in Celestia!"

Just then, the housekeeper rushed in to report urgently,

"Madam, the eldest young master is back!"

Corinne spun around, her eyes wide in shock, heart pounding madly...