Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 220: President Fordham, Madam Doesn’t Want to Be the Richest Man’s Wife Anymore
On the private jet heading to Lumina Isle, Keegan Lindsey nervously spoke up as he looked at Aiden Fordham, who was staring out the window in a daze,
"President Fordham! That formula given to Ethan Monroe... it’s fake, right?"
Aiden Fordham turned his head to look at him, his expression indifferent.
"Of course, it’s real."
"That’s Stella’s hard work."
Keegan Lindsey’s mind buzzed.
Real?
Stella’s hard work?
How could they just give it away for nothing to that scoundrel Ethan Monroe!
"President Fordham, this..."
Aiden Fordham’s lips curled into a cold arc.
"You can’t catch the wolf without sacrificing the child."
His slender fingers tapped lightly on the cabin window.
"Guess what Ethan Monroe’s first move will be once he gets the formula?"
Keegan forced himself to calm down and followed his line of thought.
"He would immediately develop a new drug and then quickly publish a press release, promoting the imminent launch of the new drug across the internet."
"Moreover, he’d tie God N to it, boosting the entire Monroe Group."
Aiden Fordham’s eyes contained a hint of approval.
"So, how do you think Stella and Bluebird Corporation will react to this?"
Keegan’s thoughts became increasingly clear.
"First, Bluebird would immediately step out to clarify, stating God N has no cooperation with the Monroe Group."
"Second, they might even directly sue the Monroe Group, holding them legally accountable for stealing the formula."
"No matter what, the Monroe Group would instantly fall from grace, plunging into a massive public relations and trust crisis."
"Not bad."
Aiden Fordham commented indifferently.
Keegan continued, "That drug effective against the virus proposed by God N to Ethan Monroe is selling like crazy in over 200 hospitals of the Monroe Group, and it’s sold at a sky-high price. I’ve heard he’s also hoarded a lot of it."
"This time, he made at least a billion, never thought the Monroe Group would shamelessly make money like this."
"Looks like, with the formula, he’d also make bold moves in the cardiovascular sector, making a big fortune."
Unexpectedly, the Monroe Group, a century-old medical family, in this generation, has been entirely run as a business.
Aiden Fordham’s expression darkened, "The path is his own choice, one thought to hell, one thought to paradise."
"So, should we begin to reel them in?" Keegan asked again.
"You’ll contact Iris Summers at Bluebird Corporation shortly."
Aiden Fordham issued the command, leaving no room for doubt in his tone.
"No matter what you see, hold your ground."
"Within a week, Bluebird must not take any action, issue any press releases, respond to any news, or clarify anything."
"I want to bury Ethan Monroe deeper."
Keegan breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled a bitter face, "President Fordham, Bluebird’s Iris Summers... that woman is too fierce, I’m afraid I can’t handle her."
Aiden Fordham raised an eyebrow, a gleam of mischief in his eyes behind the glasses.
"I’ve looked into it, she’s single."
"If you can’t negotiate, fly over, or... seduce her, the company will provide all technical support."
Keegan: "..."
He was momentarily speechless; this executive assistant job came with high pay and high risks.
As The Fordham Group’s private jet landed at the military airport, the island’s experimental building was in an uproar.
"Success! It’s really a success!"
A researcher excitedly removed his goggles, eyes red, his voice trembling.
After more than half a month of sleepless efforts, the reagent was finally successfully developed.
The feedback from human trials was explosive.
Testing on 5,000 cases showed an effectiveness rate of 98.3%.
Different patients, after injection, not only cleared the virus from their bodies quickly within three days, but the ulcerated skin also began to visibly heal and improve over the next week.
This result is simply a medical miracle.
Everyone went crazy, hugging each other, crying and laughing.
Chief rushed out immediately to report this colossal good news to the patriarch.
Next, it was a race against time.
Immediate arrangements had to be made for the mass production of the drug, then rush to distribute it worldwide.
A key priority was Nation A.
With only a little over ten days until the New Year, this matter had to be settled before then.
Lives were at stake, there could be no delay.
Stella Grant, carrying a lunch box, briskly pushed open her teacher’s door.
"Master, it’s time to eat!"
She brought this good news, her eyebrows could hardly conceal her smile.
She knew very well that their team made this breakthrough so quickly because of her master’s guidance behind the scenes, his suggestions were simply strokes of genius.
After they finished lunch, Liam Young sat on the lounge chair on the balcony.
Stella Grant dragged a small chair to sit right next to him, her head naturally leaning against him.
The sea breeze blew, carrying a salty and fresh scent.
This scene was as warm as an ordinary grandparent-granchild pair.
The old man stretched out his hand, with some effort, gently touched her head.
That hand, dry and thin, yet very warm.
"Girl, do you remember when you first came to me?"
His voice was slow, carrying the warmth of reminiscence.
"Back then, you truly had a lot of courage, your curiosity was overwhelming, you wanted to try all kinds of poisons yourself."
"Every few days, you’d wander around with a terrible face, I was really afraid, afraid that someday if I wasn’t quick enough, I couldn’t save you."
Stella couldn’t help but laugh as she listened, though a thin layer of moisture appeared in her eyes.
"Master, thank you, for never disliking this troublemaker, and even taught me all your best skills."
She looked up, watching her master’s side profile etched by time.
"Why don’t you stop living alone on the mountain, it’s too lonely. Come back to The Imperial Capital with me, let me take care of you in your old age."
She had tried persuading him many times, but the old man was very stubborn.
Liam Young looked at her, a clear light in his cloudy eyes, he smiled, his tone light as a breeze.
"There’s no going back."
In those simple four words, it was like a needle, instantly piercing Stella Grant’s heart.
She reacted immediately, her whole body tense with nerves.
"Master! Are you feeling unwell? Did you come into contact with a pathogen?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
She turned around and rushed towards the door.
"I’ll get you some reagents! Just wait!"
Liam Young grabbed her wrist, not with much strength, yet firmly preventing escape.
"Don’t panic, sit down."
His voice remained steady.
"Master is neither sick nor in pain, hasn’t caught any virus. Just aging, tired, wanting to rest."
"Sit, keep me company for a chat."
Stella Grant couldn’t relax, she squatted in front of him, scrutinizing his complexion carefully.
"Master, don’t lie to me."
"You’re so smart, would I be able to deceive you?"
He looked at her lovingly, his eyes filled with the familiar indulgence.
He paused, then continued speaking.
"Girl, I’ve replanted the Nine Days Warmth and Seven-color violet for you."
"In the hometown of old friends, no one will be able to use them to threaten you anymore."
Stella Grant nodded, tears already welling up in her eyes.
"Master, I understand..."
He went on, as if entrusting all his life’s words.
"Girl, in everything, find a way to coexist peacefully, don’t keep locking yourself in a box."
"And don’t grow spikes all over, doing so will hurt others, and more so yourself."
"Follow your heart, return to Meritopia, or return to The Imperial Capital. In childhood, fate treated you poorly, but this time, it brought you two sets of parents."
"Be sure to cherish and be filial to them well."
Stella Grant nodded vigorously, her eyes red, her vision blurred.
"Master, I remember, I remember everything."
The sea breeze was gentle and warm, making one drowsy.
Liam Young gently patted her small hand and said, "Girl, I’d like some tea, would you make me a cup?"
"Okay, wait for me." She wiped her face, got up and walked out.
About ten minutes later, she came back holding a white porcelain cup, walking in steadily.
In the cup was Dragon Well, her master’s favorite tea, its aroma faint and fresh.
"Master, the tea is here."
She walked to his side, only to see his eyes closed, a faint smile on his lips, as if he were asleep.
She didn’t speak up, gently placed the tea cup on the small round table beside him.
Then turned around, got a thin blanket from the bed inside the house.
On tiptoes, she carefully tried to cover him with the blanket.
Suddenly, the hand that was resting on the armrest fell limply, sliding down.
Thud.
A light sound.
Stella Grant’s heart sank heavily, almost stopping.
She froze in place, her blood ran cold.
She slowly squatted down, reached out, and gently shook his arm.
"Master?"
"Master, please wake up."
No response.
Liam Young’s face still carried that peaceful smile, departing calmly without a trace of pain.
But that smile now felt like a knife, torturing her heart.
"Master..."
She trembled, calling out once more.
"Master!"
The only reply she got was the unending sound of waves outside the window.
Her knees buckled, and she knelt heavily in front of the lounge chair.
She held his still warm, dry, and wrinkled hand tightly against her face.
Tears poured down like a broken string of pearls, instantly soaking her collar.
She stifled her sobs, convulsing, unable to make a full sound.
"Master... wake up... look at me..."
"You promised to see my child being born... how could you... how could you go back on your word..."
She thought it was a reunion after a long absence, but didn’t expect it to be a farewell for life.
She still had so much to say to him, so much to honor him with.
But he could no longer hear.
"Master... Master..."
A suppressed whimper escaped her throat and finally turned into uncontrollable wailing.
She cried like a child abandoned by the world, in utter disarray...
Aiden Fordham heard the news of the old man’s passing as he stepped into the park.
His heart sank heavily, as if struck by a hammer.
She must be devastated.
The thought quickly consumed his mind.
He had to see her.
Immediately, right away.
He wanted to rush to her and hold her tightly.
With Hugh Whitman absent, Chief and the others couldn’t stop Aiden Fordham.
He pushed through the crowd, like a frantic beast, relying on instinct to search the vast rehabilitation center.
Finally, at the far end of the backyard, on a private beach, he saw the figure he’d been longing for day and night.
There she stood.
The sea breeze stirred her long black hair and the hems of her milky white trench coat.
Her figure was frighteningly thin, as if she might be swept away by the wind at any moment.
Aiden Fordham’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, his chest filled with a rushing heart.
He took long strides towards her, every step falling in time with his frenetic heartbeat.
Stella Grant didn’t notice.
Until a voice engraved into her bones spoke from behind.
"Stella, don’t be sad, I’ve come to take you home."
Stella’s heart jolted, and she quickly turned back.
That face, familiar yet unfamiliar.
Aiden Fordham.
Aiden Fordham gazed at her greedily, though his heart was being wrenched.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, her entire being exuding a sense of brokenness.
She had thinned significantly. His gaze involuntarily drifted to her abdomen, which was flat without the slightest hint of a curve.
The child...
Gone.
This realization pierced his heart like a poison-laden dagger.
She looked at him without speaking, her gaze cold as if looking at an irrelevant stranger.
The next moment, she turned and walked away, decisively and swiftly.
"Stella."
Aiden Fordham reached out and grabbed her icy wrist.
"I’m sorry, I was wrong, terribly wrong. Please give me one more chance, okay?"
Stella Grant forcefully shook off his hand, her tone was indifferent and unmodulated.
"Aiden Fordham, not every mistake deserves forgiveness."
"I gave you too many chances, which only made you fearless and allowed you to hurt me again and again."
"Your chances are spent."
Her words, spoken with such ease, were like sharp knives repeatedly wounding his heart.
Aiden Fordham felt his heart tighten, as he unabashedly pulled her into his arms.
He used all his strength to hold her, afraid that if he let go, she would disappear completely.
"Stella, I’m sorry, I know the child is gone, you must hate me immensely."
"It was my fault, I came to my senses too late."
His voice was hoarse and thick with emotion.
"As long as you’re willing to stay by my side, you can punish me however you want."
"I beg you, don’t leave me."
She didn’t struggle.
In his burning embrace, she felt cold as ice.
"Aiden Fordham, let’s get a divorce."
"A divorce is the last dignity we leave each other."
Aiden Fordham was frozen.
"No, I don’t agree to a divorce."
He shook his head desperately, like a helpless child.
"Stella, don’t leave me, I was wrong, I’m the reason you lost the child."
Stella Grant’s voice remained icy without warmth.
"Aiden Fordham, the problem was never the child."
"Your love is too fragile, too fragile to withstand any storm. We are destined not to be happy together."
"No, we will be happy!" Aiden Fordham argued urgently, "From now on, I’ll never doubt you again, never get stuck on trivial matters, never let you suffer any grievance."
He cupped her face, eager to prove his resolve.
"I’ve decided that if you... can’t have children in the future, then I won’t want any for the rest of my life, my wife will be only you."
"Stella, please, don’t leave me, okay? I will change, I’ll change everything."
Stella Grant suddenly laughed.
She broke free from his hold, laughing wildly, uncontrollably, but tears fell like a broken string of pearls, one after another.
"Aiden Fordham, it’s time you grow up too."
"I used to be afraid, thinking that without you, I really couldn’t go on."
"But later I found out, when the heart dies, a person endures."
Her gaze fell on the rolling waves in the distance, her voice ethereal.
"Ten years of deep love, finally turned to ruins."
"You and I, can’t go back."
Aiden Fordham listened to her words, his eyes instantly reddened, heartache, and guilt almost drowning him.
"No, Stella, we can go back, as long as you’re willing to forgive me."
Stella Grant slowly lifted her gaze to him, her eyes intensely serious.
"But I’m not willing anymore."
Having said that, she turned and walked away.
Without thinking, Aiden Fordham chased after her, intercepting her.
"Aiden Fordham, stay away from me." Her voice carried a tone of rejection.
Four security guards in black uniforms quickly ran over, blocking his path.
Keegan Lindsey, sensing trouble, hurried forward with his team.
The leading security officer addressed Aiden Fordham, his tone polite but firm.
"Magnate Fordham, please leave. Respect Miss Grant’s wishes, don’t make it difficult for us."
Having said that, they ushered Stella Grant towards the park.
Aiden Fordham, unwilling to give up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Get out of my way!"
He shouted angrily.
"She is the magnate’s wife, The Fordham Group’s president’s wife! Today, I must take her away!"
"No one can stop me!"
The two bodyguards he brought immediately advanced. A confrontation was about to erupt.
"Keegan." Stella Grant suddenly stopped and called coolly.
Keegan Lindsey understood and quickly stepped forward.
Thirty seconds later, Keegan Lindsey returned, uneasy, speaking word by word to the verge-of-rage Aiden Fordham.
"President Fordham, ma’am no longer wishes to be the magnate’s wife."
Aiden Fordham: "..."
