Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 162: He Chose to Leave

Stella Grant lay on the bed, her face pale and devoid of any color.

"Doctor, how is she?" Aiden Fordham’s voice was dry and hoarse, carrying a tremor he himself hadn’t noticed.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, expression grave.

"President Fordham, madam has severe anemia, coupled with over-exhaustion, her body is extremely depleted."

Aiden’s heart clenched tightly, "Then why are we still waiting? Give her a blood transfusion immediately!"

His tone was firm and commanding, leaving no room for objection.

The doctor shook his head, looking troubled.

"President Fordham, we’ve conducted all routine tests, madam’s blood is very unique, and it has severe rejection reactions with all blood types available in the blood bank."

"Forcing a transfusion would mean taking her life."

Each of the doctor’s words felt like a heavy hammer, pounding down hard on Aiden’s heart.

"For now... she can only rely on nutritional supplements and recuperate slowly." The doctor paused, his tone growing more serious.

"In the future, remember, she must not bleed easily again."

"Even during pregnancy and childbirth later on, if there is massive bleeding, the consequences would be... unimaginable."

Unimaginable.

Aiden’s fingertips pressed deeply into his palm, leaving behind several white crescent marks.

It was him who repeatedly caused her hurt, stubbornly using his own blood to forcefully detoxify himself.

His heart felt like it was being clenched by an invisible giant hand, pain!

Finally, the struggle in his eyes faded away, as he made a decision against his will.

...

In the study, smoke filled the room.

The heavy smoke almost seemed tangible, stiflingly overwhelming.

Aiden stood alone by the window, puffing smoke while speaking to Keegan Lindsey behind him.

Keegan nodded as he took notes, the conversation stopped after a long while.

"Is everything I instructed clear?" he asked again.

"All... all clear, President Fordham." Keegan nodded frantically, his eyes red like a rabbit’s.

"President Fordham, are you... are you sure you really want to do this?"

"Madam... if she finds out, she might..."

Might hate you!

"Stop babbling nonsense."

Aiden’s face suddenly grew cold, the sadness he had just concealed tightly, leaving only cold indifference.

"Do as I said, get out!"

Keegan dared not linger and hurriedly set about the first task.

The news about Aiden Fordham’s poisoning had been fermenting for three entire days.

The whole world was watching the Fordham Group’s movements, concerned about Aiden Fordham’s life, causing Fordham Group’s stock to fluctuate restlessly.

Just then, Fordham Group’s official account released a video.

In the video, Aiden appeared in front of the camera.

He wore a neat suit, his features handsome, though his face was somewhat pale, but those eyes still remained deeply mesmerizing.

The content of the video was simple, yet extremely clear.

He told the whole world that Fordham’s legal team was no pushover.

From this minute onward, any media daring to spread rumors about Fordham would face legal consequences.

He hoped their pockets could endure what would come next.

With the release of this video, all previously reposting or discussing media about Aiden Fordham’s health status instantly went silent.

Backend systems frantically deleted articles, fearing they wouldn’t be fast enough.

President Fordham remained as decisive and domineering as ever, who dared question a man at death’s door?

Meanwhile, in F-Country, at Lockwood Headquarters.

Andy Lockwood stared at the giant screen bearing the image of a man still alive, fury rising in his eyes.

He couldn’t understand it.

It had clearly been a month, why hadn’t Aiden Fordham died yet?

This was impossible!

The F2 nerve toxin couldn’t last beyond a month. Last time, almost killed him because he went blind. The poison in him must not yet be resolved.

Cindy Chandler walked in, entering right into his line of fire.

Andy turned sharply, roaring at her, "You gave Nine Days Warmth to her!"

Cindy remained calm, "No, it’s all burned, not a single plant left."

Andy closed in on her, eyes bearing scrutiny and warning, "I hope you haven’t betrayed me."

Cindy suddenly spoke up.

"Senior, do you know why Aiden Fordham is still alive?"

She looked at him, her words clear and distinct.

"As you know, senior sister’s blood can detoxify, although it can’t resolve nerve toxins, she has been using her own blood to prolong Aiden Fordham’s life."

She paused and questioned him, "How long do you think senior sister can hold out? How much more of her blood can be used?"

"Senior, you’re indirectly claiming senior sister’s life."

"Will this situation be resolved?"

Andy’s pupils constricted harshly.

No.

This is impossible!

She wouldn’t harm herself this way, nor could she!

"Get out!" he roared.

After Cindy left, the immense office fell into deathly silence.

Words she had spoken that night on the mountain resurfaced in his mind.

"Loving someone means accepting their vulnerabilities and imperfections, willing to give everything. Trusting each other, growing together, having the courage and meaning of life beyond oneself."

"For him, you’d shed tears, sing for him, even fearlessly... face death together."

Did she want to face death with him?

He felt all his strength being drawn away, collapsing heavily onto the sofa.

The next day, Stella Grant awoke, feeling like she had slept for a long time, dreaming for even longer.

Keegan knocked and entered, carrying soup and supplements.

He was dressed in a black suit, looking solemn.

After putting down the soup, he earnestly informed her that the laboratory work was finished, all the PhD researchers had been paid generously, and arrangements had been made to send them to the airport.

Stella’s heart sank sharply, she threw off the covers to get out of bed, intending to leave.

Keegan continued, "President Fordham has already left Mardale; he asked me to send you back to Meritopia to recuperate."

His voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

"Where is he going? The poison in him isn’t resolved; where could he be going?" Her voice was not loud but carried sharp questioning.

Keegan’s eyes wavered slightly, avoiding her question.

He retrieved a small USB drive from his pocket and handed it over.

"This... President Fordham left this for you."

Pausing, he added, "Miss Summers and Mr. Lynch are downstairs."

Stella took the USB drive; she put on a coat and turned to head downstairs.

She spoke with Iris Summers and Leo Lynch for quite a while before arranging for them to be sent to the airport.

Once they were gone, the entire villa suddenly felt empty.

She inserted the USB drive into the computer; it contained a video clip of them attending a wedding banquet.

He and she stood beneath the Divine Tree, receiving blessings from his mother, along with scenes of them dancing and receiving toasts.

The screen was filled with laughter, so beautiful, happiness seemed to overflow.

All the camera focused on them, as if it was a wedding belonging only to them.

Keegan’s voice appropriately emerged, "Madam, actually, this ceremony was intended for you and President Fordham. He planned all of this just for you."

"Just to make up for the regret from three years ago."

She turned around in shock to look at him, "What are you saying?"

"President Fordham said he wanted to truly marry you once; this is Mardale’s most sacred wedding."

Keegan opened a wooden box; inside was an exquisite marriage certificate, stamped in red.

Printed on it: Bride from the affluent district: Stella Grant, groom from the impoverished district: Aiden Fordham, century-long bond, Divine Tree as witness, heaven and earth as proof.

She took it, carefully examined it, suddenly laughed, a tear rolling down...