Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 210: I Don’t Want This Child

Keegan Lindsey’s face turned pale with fear, his voice changed with urgency.

"President Fordham, how could you have such an idea?"

"The child Mrs. Fordham is carrying must be yours!"

"According to the gestational period, this child was conceived in Mardale, you are definitely the father!"

Aiden Fordham’s head buzzed, leaving it completely blank.

Mardale?

In his memory, there was not a single encounter with her.

Since she mentioned divorce to him a few months ago, he hadn’t touched her.

How could she be pregnant with his child?

"I haven’t touched her at all!" He ground his molars, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth, brimming with overwhelming anger.

Keegan Lindsey shuddered in fear, hurriedly offering explanations.

"President Fordham, you were deeply poisoned before, lost part of your memory! You and Mrs. Fordham were indeed together, I can testify!"

"That day, under the Divine Tree, Mrs. Fordham burned all the blessing notes, then caught a fever for a whole day and night, and you stayed by her bedside, never leaving her side."

Keegan finished his speech, determined to continue: "Later, after you left, I personally saw Mrs. Fordham’s neck covered with love marks! You were really with her, the guards outside the door can testify!"

Divine Tree, burning blessing notes, caring for her a whole day and night?

Aiden Fordham’s tense facial expression slightly relaxed.

His mind raced, trying to retrieve memories from that time, but found nothing, blankness prevailed.

Keegan Lindsey noticed the wavering in his expression and seized the moment.

"Do you remember the night celebrating your birthday with Mrs. Fordham? You cleared out the entire villa for her, arranging it as a sea of flowers, even personally cooked a dinner for her."

"That night, too, you might have been together with her! You love Mrs. Fordham so much, perhaps you lost control for a moment, who knows?"

Aiden Fordham’s facial expression finally calmed down.

Could it be that he really lost a vital part of his memory?

This child, was it truly his?

Seeing him seemingly accept this notion, Keegan Lindsey relaxed a bit but added another comment.

"Furthermore, you forgot about the time you threw Mrs. Fordham into the swimming pool. Your memory is indeed incomplete."

Aiden Fordham’s body jolted.

He threw her into the pool?

Even though he knew she couldn’t swim at the time, how could he lose his temper so severely?

He lifted his gaze, his eyes darkly fixed on Keegan.

"Why did I throw her into the pool?"

"You were very angry at the time, asked Mrs. Fordham to... clean herself..."

At this point, Keegan’s voice abruptly stopped, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

No, sensed he said the wrong thing.

Clean herself?

These three words like a frozen blade, stabbed deeply into Aiden Fordham’s mind.

The flood of memories surged through the gates instantly.

He remembered.

On the day of the Divine Tree wedding, she was taken away, he desperately sought her for a whole day and night.

The next day, she returned alone, her body covered with ambiguous marks.

That was Andy Lockwood’s doing!

If he hadn’t succeeded, why would he let her return?

Aiden Fordham’s hands clenched into fists involuntarily, knuckles turning white.

He raised his head, his voice as cold as a draft from an ice cellar.

"Did I throw her into the pool the day after the wedding?"

Keegan thought for a moment, hesitantly nodded.

"Ha." Aiden Fordham laughed coldly, violent anger ignited within his chest.

Now it all made sense.

He finally understood where his anger on that day stemmed from.

He wanted her to clean herself, to wash away the filthy traces belonging to another man!

Those marks Andy Lockwood left on her the previous night!

And one time, she spent an entire night on Andy’s boat, while he stood at the shore amidst explosions!

The thought of her beneath another man made him jealous to the brink of madness, his heart felt like being repeatedly sliced by a blade, unbearably painful.

The child... could be his.

But, could also be Andy Lockwood’s!

The fire he struggled to suppress moments ago, erupted again, burning more fiercely, harshly than ever.

Thus, at her recognition banquet, Andy Lockwood would come.

He would whisper intimately at her side beneath watchful eyes, sharing secrets only they understood.

They were secrets belonging solely to them.

Imagining that scene, Aiden Fordham’s rationale burned to ash.

He would no way allow her to give birth to another man’s child!

At that moment, the steward approached calmly, with respectful demeanor.

"Mr. Sutton, the master and the young lady are still waiting for you in the dining room."

Aiden Fordham cast a cold glance, squeezing three icy words through his teeth.

"Not eating."

Before finishing, he turned coldly and walked away in long strides.

Keegan Lindsey’s mind raced, quickly making amends.

"Sorry, an emergency situation has arisen at the company’s press conference, President Fordham and I need to return immediately to address it. Please inform Master Sloan, goodbye."

He quickly chased after Aiden Fordham’s retreating figure.

The steward watched their departing backs, stunned momentarily before heading back inside.

Stella Grant heard the steward’s report, sensing something foreboding.

He ran off like that? Could there really be a situation at the conference?

D’s 2.0 conference was precisely today at Fordham Tower in The Imperial Capital.

She felt distracted, barely eating anything.

Selene Sloan enthusiastically talked about pregnancy precautions nearby, her joy evident, as if ready to embrace her grandchild.

Stella alternated between responding and not.

After the meal, chatting briefly with the old master, they finally left the mansion.

She explained the situation to Selene Sloan then called for a car heading independently to Fordham Tower.

Selene Sloan quickly phoned Mr. White in celebration, then hurried back to Whitman Residence, instructing the staff to prepare a nutritionist and necessary pregnancy clothing.

On the other side, Hugh Whitman accompanied Vivi Sterling and Claire through several charming historic pedestrian streets.

Claire, like a carefree bunny, never stopped moving, nor talking.

Left hand holding a cup of hot milk tea, right hand an iced candied hawthorn.

In a short while, she caught the scent of grilled gluten, eyes lighting up as she scurried over.

Accompanying her, the two bodyguards enjoyed a culinary feast.

Every purchase she made, happily offering them a portion each time.

The bodyguards truly liked this down-to-earth young lady, her kindness and innocence overshadowing any flaws.

Hugh Whitman noticed Vivi Sterling slowing her pace.

He approached naturally, holding her hand tenderly as if water could drip from his voice.

"Tired?"

The tall, handsome man walked up to her, holding her hand, immediately attracting attention as an eye-catching sight on the street.

Many women turned heads, gaze stuck on him.

"Wow, this man’s face is divine, even more handsome than celebrities on TV."

"His girlfriend is also very beautiful, a perfect match."

"Look at that woman, doesn’t her tummy seem bigger? Pregnant, isn’t she? My goodness, what would their child grow into?"

The chit-chat, just loud enough, drifted right into ears.

Vivi Sterling flushed, quickly shaking off his large hand and instinctively pulling on her coat, trying to conceal a slightly protruding belly.

Indeed... it was showing a bit.

Less than 11 weeks along, was the little one growing too fast?

Hugh Whitman noticed her small thoughts, chuckling softly.

"There’s a nice view over there, let me take you for a rest."

Vivi Sterling glanced around.

"Where’s Claire?"

Hugh Whitman’s smile deepened.

"Don’t worry, two bodyguards are with her, she won’t get lost."

He paused, his voice carrying absolute confidence.

"In The Imperial Capital, even if an ant goes missing, I can find it for you."

Vivi Sterling rolled her eyes at him.

Arrogance!

The two walked out of the pedestrian street, heading toward a park not far away.

There was a frozen lake there, its surface solid and vast.

Many teenagers, bundled in thick cotton clothes, were chasing a puck on the ice, their laughter echoing far and wide.

On the shore, some children were kicking a ball, while elderly men sat on stone benches with hands in pockets, basking in the sun, with birds chirping in cages beside them.

The grandmothers gathered to chat, scattering sunflower seed shells all over the ground.

It was a scene of tranquility and harmony.

Hugh Whitman led her to an empty stone bench.

He reached out to feel the bench, worrying it might be too cold, and without hesitation, took off his scarf, folded it carefully, and spread it on the seat.

Vivi Sterling hurriedly waved her hand, "No need, don’t dirty it."

But he wouldn’t accept no for an answer and gently pressed her shoulders, guiding her to sit down.

"It’s fine."

"Sit down."

Vivi Sterling felt a stir in her heart.

Suddenly, Hugh Whitman crouched down in front of her.

Vivi Sterling was startled, watching as he reached out his slender fingers towards her foot.

Her left boot’s shoelace had somehow come undone.

"I’ll do it myself."

Her foot instinctively retracted, and she hastily bent over, only to accidentally bump her forehead against his.

"Thud."

His body stiffened momentarily, then he raised his hand, his warm palm gently touching her forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

She softly shook her head, her cheeks a bit warm.

"Sit properly." His tone held an irrefutable command, yet it was unbearably gentle.

He bent down again, his articulate fingers threading through the laces, deftly tying them in a few swift moves, finishing with a neat bow.

He was the illustrious scion of the Whitman Family, the authoritative and decisive Hugh Whitman.

This thoughtful side of him made Vivi Sterling’s heart skip a beat.

Just then, a ball came flying towards them with a whoosh.

Hugh Whitman’s eyes narrowed sharply, his arm extended, and he drew her entirely into his embrace, with his other hand skillfully deflecting the ball.

"Thud!"

The ball was redirected elsewhere.

She found herself leaning against his chest, her heart pounding wildly.

His body was warm, the scent of fresh cedar on him permeating her senses.

Damn.

This man was becoming more and more irresistible.

Her heart was close to surrendering.

"I... I’m a bit thirsty." She felt her tongue tie in knots, hurriedly pulling away from his fiery embrace.

His deep voice sounded above her head, "Wait here, I’ll get you something to drink."

"Okay." She nodded, not daring to look at him, her face already flushed red.

Hugh Whitman walked away with long strides.

Soon, when he returned with two hot drinks, the person on the stone bench was gone.

The scarf he had thoughtfully placed was halfway on the ground, gathering dust.

"Thud."

The drink in his hand fell to the ground, spilling hot cocoa everywhere.

In a frenzy, he rushed to the stone bench, noticing six chaotic footprints and a clear drag mark on the ground.

His eyes turned crimson, fury boiling within.

How dare they touch his person!

He pressed his wristwatch urgently, the surface emitting a rapid red signal.

He spoke into the watch, his voice cold as ice.

"People’s Park, within a ten-mile radius, find Vivi Sterling!"

"Fail in ten minutes, and everyone pays!"

Then, he fixated his gaze on the drag marks, and hurriedly followed them.

Not far away, he saw tire marks.

With a glance, he assessed the width, immediately deducing it was a small van.

Two minutes later, a sleek black motorcycle roared to a stop in front of him.

Hugh Whitman mounted swiftly, revving the engine, and like an arrow shot from a bow, he vanished down the road.

The Imperial Capital, Fordham Tower.

The small auditorium on the tenth floor was packed.

The launch event for The Fordham Group’s latest product, D2.0, was underway.

Vice President Ezra Jacobs stood on stage, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuding confidence.

He was methodically introducing the new features of version 2.0.

"...In addition to the original features, we’ve integrated top-notch parenting and early education systems this time."

"Most importantly, we’ve launched a baby bracelet that pairs with D."

Ezra Jacobs’s voice carried clearly through the microphone across the room. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"As long as the baby leaves the parent-set safety perimeter, say, beyond fifty meters, D will immediately capture the signal and send the location to your phone, entirely eliminating the risk of losing a child."

Juggling child care and medical advice simultaneously.

This is simply a godsend tailored for modern families.

The audience erupted in applause, flashes clicking incessantly.

As the event neared its end, a journalist suddenly raised a hand, posing a sharp question.

"President Jacobs, have you heard? A special virus has recently surfaced in Nation A, reportedly highly contagious, causing victims’ bodies to ulcerate and organs to fail."

"I want to ask, does D contain any related preventive measures or records? Given that The Fordham Group’s president’s wife is God N, will there be any follow-up development of a specialized medical formula for this virus?"

Ezra Jacobs offered an impeccable smile.

"We have been closely monitoring the situation of the virus in Nation A."

"Should there be any new developments or solutions, we will promptly share with our media friends, thank you all."

He bowed deeply, retreating amidst applause.

The press conference concluded perfectly.

Aiden Fordham did not attend at all.

Returning to The Fordham Group in a fury, Aiden was pulled directly to the after-party by Ezra as the press conference ended.

Aiden Fordham was in a terrible mood.

At the banquet, he refused no drink, gulping one glass after another.

In less than half an hour, he was completely drunk.

Finally, it was Keegan Lindsey who painstakingly helped him back to the hotel to rest.

Stella Grant opened the door to the presidential suite, the strong scent of alcohol assailing her senses.

The man was sitting on the sofa, head limply leaning back, eyes closed.

His tie was undone, carelessly tossed on the expensive carpet, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, revealing a flushed chest from the alcohol.

His face and neck were deeply reddened.

It seemed he really had too much to drink.

Stella Grant stepped lightly, bending down, gently patting his hand.

"Aiden Fordham."

The man on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, alertly grabbing her wrist.

With a firm pull, he drew her into his blazing hot embrace.

Those usually captivating eyes were slightly narrowed, reflecting Stella Grant’s pretty face.

Stella Grant’s heart skipped a beat, her voice unconsciously softening.

"Why drink so much?"

"I’ll have someone bring over some hangover soup."

The man’s expression was somber, his gaze inevitably drawn to her flat abdomen.

There, housed a child.

A child that might not be his.

This thought reignited the suppressed anger within him to boil once more.

With a turn of his body, he roughly pressed Stella Grant down into the sofa beneath him.

His hands began to peel off her clothes...