Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 215: This Life Ends Here

Stella was stunned, unable to suppress the anger that burst out.

"Aiden Fordham, what nonsense are you talking about? This is your child!"

"Other than you, I’ve never been intimate with any other man!"

But Aiden Fordham laughed.

In that laughter, there was nothing but poisoned coldness and disdain.

"Stella Grant, how long will you keep deceiving me?"

"In Mardale, you spent two nights alone with Andy Lockwood, do you remember when you came back that day, covered in traces of intimacy?"

He pressed her step by step, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"This child was conceived during that time."

"The timing, it all matches up."

Stella almost laughed in anger, what was going through his mind?

"Aiden Fordham, let’s do a paternity test."

"I will prove with facts whose child I am carrying."

Aiden Fordham suddenly took out a crumpled paper report from his suit pocket and tossed it down.

Thud.

The document hit the table, making a sound not loud but very heavy.

"It’s been done, the evidence is indisputable."

Stella picked up the report, her fingertips cold.

She opened it, looked at the conclusion, and sneered.

"Aiden Fordham, if I said this report was fake, you probably wouldn’t believe it, would you?"

"Corinne has already gone in, who else would harm you?" That’s his conclusion.

Aiden Fordham never doubted the authenticity of the report, he only felt humiliated.

As a man’s dignity, shattered to pieces.

The woman he loved most was carrying another man’s child.

Stella clutched the thin paper tightly, every word on it like a needle stabbing her eyes.

She suddenly understood a bit.

"So, back in The Imperial Capital, you didn’t want this child."

"At that time, you suspected it wasn’t your child, right?"

"You never trusted me, you sentenced me from the start."

He still didn’t speak, his Adam’s apple moved a bit, considered an acknowledgment.

Stella’s tears suddenly fell, hot and hitting the back of her hand.

At this moment, she suddenly became clear.

It turned out their love was so shallow, merely pretending to be deep.

She sniffed, her voice carrying a hint of broken hoarseness.

"Aiden Fordham, you said, no matter what happens, no matter what I say, you would trust me unconditionally."

"Does that promise still count?"

He finally spoke coldly, each word like ice.

"Stella, abort this child, and we can start over."

"I won’t pursue any past issues, I will love you as before."

Stella’s heart felt like it was being cut by a dull knife, bleeding profusely.

"Aiden Fordham, do you know what love is?"

"I bet you don’t, because you don’t even have the basic trust for your wife."

"Your love seems noble, in fact, it’s worthless."

After saying this, she turned to leave, the air here was too suffocating.

A big hand suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, the force frightening.

He forcefully said, "I won’t let you give birth to Andy Lockwood’s child."

She fiercely shook him off, as if using all her strength, shouting uncontrollably.

"Aiden Fordham, listen carefully!"

"I’ll say it again, this is not Andy Lockwood’s child!"

"Now he is in my belly, how to handle it is my decision, you have no right to interfere!"

Such a weak person, yet forced to become all thorns, torn apart.

He looked at her coldly, his jawline so tight, surely he wouldn’t just let her leave.

"Take the medicine, and we’ll start over."

She laughed, but her tears fell wildly.

"Aiden Fordham, when Corinne hurt me repeatedly, you could easily forgive her. But me, now I don’t even have a chance to redo a paternity test."

"This is the difference of four years versus four months, this gap is too big, your love too little, can’t fill it."

Aiden Fordham looked at her face full of tears, his heart aching.

He reached out with that well-defined hand, wanting to wipe away her tears.

Stella suddenly dodged, "Don’t touch me!"

Aiden Fordham’s heart felt soft, about to break from the pain.

He suddenly said softly, almost coaxing her, "Let’s test it again."

"But I don’t want to be humiliated by you a second time." Stella looked at him, her gaze empty. "From the moment you chose to do this test, your love... already decayed."

"Aiden Fordham, this child indeed has nothing to do with you."

From now on, it only belonged to her alone.

She admitted it.

She turned to leave, not wanting to stay here a second longer.

Rumble——!

Outside, a sudden thunder blast rang, a branch-like lightning split the pitch-black sky.

A storm was about to come.

Aiden Fordham pulled her back again, eyes filled with unyielding stubbornness.

By now, there was no turning back.

He made his voice calmer, with a hint of pleading, "Stella, give up this child. We can start over, I won’t hold anything against the past."

He was determined to make her take this medicine, determined to make her lose this child.

If she didn’t drink it, she probably wouldn’t get out of this door today.

Stella turned back, laughed again, a desolate laugh.

"Aiden Fordham, I don’t need your forgiveness, are you sure you want me to drink this medicine?"

"Can you pay for your mistakes?"

He looked at her seriously, his attitude firm, "Stella, this child is a thorn in my heart, pull it out!"

He wanted her to pull out the thorn, but he was stabbing a knife into her...

She stared at him, tears falling like pearls... endlessly.

Finally, she reached out with trembling hands, picked up the bowl of cooled black liquid on the table, and tilted her head to pour it into her mouth.

His heart tightened, he suddenly rushed forward to grab the bowl, and smashed it on the ground with force!

Clatter!

The black liquid splattered everywhere, like the poisonous blood rotting and blackening his back, extremely toxic, incurable.

He didn’t know why he stopped her, he only knew that, at this moment, his heart was being sliced apart.

She turned to leave, she no longer wanted to stay in this place. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Lily Flower, she didn’t want anymore, this man, she didn’t want anymore...

But Aiden Fordham held her tightly from behind, his burning chest against her cold back.

"Stella, don’t leave."

She pushed him away forcefully, her cold eyes filled with hatred,

"Aiden Fordham, have you thought about it, if the hospital doesn’t have my blood, what you’re taking today may not only be the child’s life, but possibly mine as well."

Aiden Fordham’s pupils dilated in shock, his whole body went blank.

He indeed hadn’t thought about this issue, his mind exploded with the words of the doctor from Mardale.

In the future, if there’s massive hemorrhage during delivery, there will be life danger, and abortion... could also lead to massive hemorrhage.

At this moment, he was scared, his whole body shaking, blood turned cold.

She took a deep breath, looked at him in despair, "Aiden Fordham, in this life, let’s stop here."

Turned, left.

Aiden Fordham rushed forward, picked her up, his voice trembling a bit, "Stella, don’t leave me."

Stella broke down again, struggling desperately in his embrace, punching and kicking.

"Aiden Fordham, let go of me! Don’t touch me!"

"I don’t want to see you, let go of me..."

"I... don’t want to love you anymore, let me go..."

At this moment, she was crying a river, like a madwoman.

The immense pain was assaulting her heart, making her lose her sanity long ago.

Suddenly, a warm liquid flowed out from beneath her.

Quickly staining the white shirt on his forearm and his large hand, the red color was shocking.

Stella Grant’s cries abruptly stopped, her face a portrait of agony, as she once again felt the warm blood.

Scalding, ceaseless...

It was then that Hugh Whitman rushed in.

Seeing this scene, his eyes turned crimson as he roared, "Aiden Fordham, let her go! Get away from her!"

Indeed, it was Stella Grant who first informed Hugh Whitman when she realized the medication was problematic.

Hugh Whitman also noticed the blood below her. He immediately took off his suit jacket, wrapped her frail body tightly, and snatched her away in one swift move, carrying her and running out.

Stella Grant leaned weakly in his arms. As he ran quickly, she felt the entire sky shaking violently.

Large raindrops pelted her face, cold and painful.

"Brother... save my child... I beg you..."

Hugh Whitman’s heart ached to the point of breaking, his voice trembling.

"Sierra, don’t be scared, everything will be alright, trust me."

Aiden Fordham, seeing the warm, sticky blood on his cuff and hand, collapsed onto the cold ground.

His heart consumed by immense fear, why was this happening? Clearly, the medicine wasn’t drunk?

"Stella..."

Suddenly, he crazily got up from the ground, stumbling to chase after them.

...

The sky in Meritopia was leaking.

A torrential downpour fiercely struck every inch of Meritopia, as if it intended to completely submerge the city.

In the garden of Coregarde, meticulously cared-for lily flowers were battered and scattered by the storm, their pure white petals crushed in the mud, shattered.

A private plane burst through the rain curtain and soared high.

Hugh Whitman invoked his unshown official power to open a green channel for her.

The private plane would take her to a secret hospital that couldn’t be found on any map.

Staying in Meritopia, Aiden Fordham would certainly keep entangling.

He couldn’t afford that gamble.

Eventually, Aiden Fordham couldn’t catch up with the plane.

He hadn’t even had the chance to catch his breath before being hit by Steven Fordham’s overwhelming anger and cold family law.

The butler, knowing the situation was completely out of control, had informed the old master at the first opportunity.

At the Fordham Family’s ancestral hall.

Incense smoke lingered, unable to suppress the damp cold and the scent of blood in the air.

Aiden Fordham, shirtless, knelt on the cold bluestone floor.

His broad back, with muscles originally smooth and powerful, was now covered in welts of varying depths, skin and flesh torn, blood slowly seeping down tight muscles, soaking the waistband of his trousers.

Yet he seemed to not feel any pain.

His jawline was tightly clenched, and he said nothing.

He knelt that way all night.

Until the next day, when the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was abruptly flung open.

Steven Fordham came in, wanting to hear his confession with his own ears.

Unexpectedly, Keegan Lindsey stumbled in, his face drained, lips trembling, bringing with him destructive news.

"President Fordham..."

Keegan Lindsey’s voice shook uncontrollably.

"The Whitman family’s lawyer is here."

He clutched a document, its edges damp with sweat from his palms.

"Brought... the divorce agreement."

Silence as still as death enveloped the ancestral hall.

Keegan Lindsey dared not raise his head, nearly crying as he spoke the latter half of the sentence.

"They also said... Eldest Miss Whitman... she..."

"Might... not be able to keep the child."

"And, her condition is critical."

’Her condition is critical.’ These words pierced like two poisoned daggers, precisely stabbing into the hearts of the two men present.

Steven Fordham wavered violently, his cloudy old eyes instantly filling with hot tears.

He lifted his head, releasing a desperate wail to the ancestors enshrined in the hall.

"Such sin!"

The old man howled, as if suddenly drained of all strength, or perhaps injected with endless madness.

He spun abruptly, grabbing a barbed leather whip from the side, his eyes crimson, and once again ruthlessly lashed at Aiden Fordham’s back.

"You little beast! I’ll beat you to death!"

Each strike carried a hatred capable of destroying the heavens, reopening wounds that had just begun to scar, making them bleed profusely once more.

Aiden Fordham’s body trembled violently, his cracked lips murmuring, "Stella, I need to find Stella..."

As if suddenly awakened, he struggled to stand, but his body, overwhelmed, fell heavily forward.

Everything went black before his eyes.

...

When Stella Grant awoke, it was already three days later. She had indeed had a brush with death.

The bleeding wouldn’t stop, but thankfully, an old gynecology professor had applied acupuncture.

Her consciousness, like a stone sunk in the sea, was being slowly and laboriously retrieved.

She opened her eyes.

A blinding white.

The ceiling, the walls, all were pure white.

The window curtain was light blue, swaying gently in the breeze like a gentle lake.

Various monitoring devices were attached to her, emitting a soft beeping sound.

A needle was inserted in the back of her hand, with cold fluid slowly dripping into her body through the infusion tube.

She merely moved her fingers slightly.

"Awake! The patient is awake!"

The door was pushed open violently, doctors and nurses rushed in, their footsteps hurried but orderly.

Following behind them was a haggard Hugh Whitman.

His jaw was covered with bluish stubble, dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, looking as if he hadn’t slept for three days and nights.

The doctor quickly checked her physical indicators, nodded at the data on the instruments, then turned and said a few words to Hugh Whitman in a low voice.

Hugh Whitman’s tense shoulders finally relaxed.

The doctor and nurses quickly exited, leaving the room instantly quiet.

Stella Grant’s lips were cracked; she opened her mouth, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Is my child... still here?"

Hugh Whitman walked over and sat down by the bed, his tall figure creating a comforting presence.

He reached out, gently holding her cold hand with his warm palm.

His voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"Yes."

"He is still here."

These three words were like a clap of thunder, yet also like a spring rain.

Stella Grant exhaled heavily, her taut nerves finally snapping.

Scalding tears gushed from her eyes, soaking the pillow.

Great.

Her baby was still there.

Stella Grant’s breathing gradually calmed as she looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, asking another question.

"Where is this place?"

Hugh Whitman gently caressed the back of her hand with the pad of his finger, soothing her emotions.

"A very safe, very secret place."

"Everyone here is mine. You can safely nourish your pregnancy here until the baby is born."

Stella Grant nodded, touching her abdomen, her eyes reddening once more.

This was her new life. From now on, her world no longer needed him.

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