Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 181: I’m Very Interested in Becoming the Whitman Family’s Son-in-law

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: I’m Very Interested in Becoming the Whitman Family’s Son-in-law

A tall man was walking in from the entrance, wearing a black trench coat, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

The man lifted his head, revealing an exceptionally handsome face.

His attractiveness was entirely different from Aiden Fordham’s kind of noble reservedness; his brows and eyes were laced with ice, exuding a natural aura of slaughter, looking down on everything, his powerful presence capable of destroying anything in the world.

He had the look of an emperor.

Corinne Kensington’s heart skipped a beat at that moment.

Mrs. Whitman was both surprised and delighted, quickly pulling Corinne Kensington over to greet him, her face showing rare excitement.

"Hugh, you’re finally back! Quick, this is your sister Sierra."

Corinne Kensington looked up at him, her heart pounding, her cheeks slightly red, and softly called out.

"Big brother."

The man merely responded with an indifferent "uh-huh" from his nose, glancing faintly without any extra expression on his face.

"Mom, I’m tired, heading upstairs." Hugh Whitman’s tone was cold, but his gaze softened slightly.

"Alright, go quickly." Mrs. Whitman’s voice was always so gentle.

Hugh Whitman passed them by, strode up the stairs with his long legs.

Corinne Kensington stared blankly at his cold and hard back until he disappeared at the stair corner.

Her heart still beat wildly...

Sterling Manor

Stella Grant woke up again when it was dusk outside, the sunset glow tinting half the sky red.

She had lain down for another day, her mind void of thoughts.

Vivi Sterling came in with a bowl of porridge and tapped her forehead.

"You’re unlocked, my Lady. Get up, move around. There’s a folk festival in Old Town Faelan tomorrow. Claire and I are taking you out to relax."

Next to her, Claire immediately raised both hands in agreement, happily.

"Okay." She slowly got up.

At this moment, her phone rang, it was her grandfather calling.

On the other end, the old man’s gentle voice was filled with concern.

"Stella, is your health better? Come back to have a meal with Grandpa when you have time."

Stella Grant felt warm inside.

"Alright."

After hanging up, she opened WeChat and sent a message to Keegan Lindsey.

[Keegan, I won’t be coming to the office for the next few days, I’ll complete D’s upgrade on time.]

Waiting for the DNA report at the research institution, Keegan Lindsey quickly replied after seeing the message and immediately called President Fordham to report.

Just after hanging up, the door opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out, holding two freshly made identification reports.

Keegan Lindsey’s eyes widened, he dashed forward and grabbed the report, running back.

Back at the group, Aiden Fordham hastily took the file bag from him, tore it open impatiently.

He pulled out a few sheets of paper from inside, his eyes quickly scanning.

The next second, his hand holding the report began to tighten, knuckles turning white, a look of unrest appeared on his face.

Keegan Lindsey stretched his neck, bent over and sneaked a peek.

Just one look.

His pupils shook.

"President Fordham, it turns out Madam is really Whitman Family’s daughter, Madam is the true Miss Whitman."

Keegan Lindsey saw the result of the DNA report and was so excited that he nearly jumped.

If Madam knew President Fordham found her family, she would definitely be overjoyed.

The time for breaking the ice is just around the corner.

Seeing Aiden Fordham’s face looking more solemn, he tentatively asked.

"President Fordham, should we tell Madam about this good news?"

Aiden Fordham fell into a lengthy silence, the air in the office seemed to freeze.

After a while, he slowly said, "We can’t tell her yet."

"I must find out clearly, how others obtained her blood sample in Mardale, matched it with Whitman Family, but intentionally arranged for Corinne Kensington to impersonate her identity."

He lit a cigarette, his dark eyes staring into the distance, "This is clearly a setup."

Listening to all this, Keegan Lindsey inhaled deeply, "Could it be Helen Warren’s doing? She only wants to help Corinne Kensington obtain this immense wealth, after all, Whitman Family is the top aristocracy in The Imperial Capital."

Aiden Fordham lifted his eyelids, his gaze deep, "If it were that simple, things would be much easier."

Keegan Lindsey quickly connected all the clues in his mind.

Thinking deeper, he spoke again, "The one behind the scenes deliberately let Whitman Family acknowledge a fake daughter, which precisely indicates he is hostile towards Whitman Family, not wanting them to recognize the real daughter."

"In that case, as the true bloodline of Whitman Family, Madam would have already been targeted by him, her situation becoming very dangerous."

Aiden Fordham glanced at him, a hint of approval showing, finally proving his mind wasn’t just a mush.

What this hidden person was really planning was still unclear to him.

Aiden Fordham exhaled a thin smoke,

"Whitman Family’s influence in The Imperial Capital is complex and intertwined, next month’s recognition banquet might be dangerous."

His voice, almost freezing the air.

"Before eliminating all dangers, she cannot become Whitman Family’s daughter."

Keegan Lindsey was startled by this conclusion and quickly responded.

"I’ll immediately assign someone to start with Helen Warren; she must have contacted the person behind the scenes, otherwise it wouldn’t be possible to obtain Madam’s blood sample and give it to Whitman Family."

Just as the words fell, Keegan Lindsey’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, quickly stepped aside, lowering his voice to answer the call.

With a few simple "yes" responses, he quickly walked back to Aiden Fordham, reporting with a complicated expression.

"President Fordham, it’s a call from the old residence."

"Saying Mrs. Whitman is visiting the residence, discussing Miss Whitman’s marriage, would you like to go back?"

"Then let’s go and meet." Aiden Fordham’s cold lips slowly curved into an inscrutable arc.

That’s his future mother-in-law.

The night was thick, the Fordham Residence lit brightly.

When Aiden Fordham returned, low laughter was coming from the side hall.

He tugged at his tie and stepped inside, seeing his mother, Laura Monroe, sitting across from a noblewoman, sipping tea.

The lady wore an impeccably tailored cheongsam; her eyebrows were gentle, her posture elegant, every move exuding the grace of accumulated years.

But that face made Aiden’s steps come to a halt.

It was too similar.

It bore six or seven points of resemblance to Stella Grant.

His heart sank instantly, realizing that Stella Grant’s captivating appearance was inherited from her mother.

"Aiden, you’re back." Laura Monroe saw him and quickly waved him over, "Come here, this is Mrs. Whitman."

Aiden composed himself, walked forward, nodded slightly at the woman, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mrs. Whitman, hello."

Mrs. Whitman looked him over, her eyes brightening with each glance, clearly satisfied from top to bottom.

This stature, this aura, this look, truly a dragon among men.

No wonder, that girl Sierra can’t get him out of her mind.

"President Fordham is indeed a remarkable person." Mrs. Whitman put down her teacup, not beating around the bush, "I ventured to visit this time to specifically invite President Fordham to attend our family’s recognition banquet for Sierra."

She paused, her tone carrying gratitude, "Thank you, President Fordham, for taking care of my daughter before."

Aiden’s dark eyes were fathomless; his thin lips parted slightly, polite yet distant,

"It’s my honor, and I will attend as scheduled."

Laura Monroe looked at her son in surprise, had the sun risen in the west today?

He usually pushes off these types of banquets entirely.

The smile on Mrs. Whitman’s face grew deeper, and she added in a reserved tone.

"To tell you the truth, this recognition banquet is also for choosing a husband for Sierra."

"The Whitman Family and the Monroe Family originally had a childhood engagement, but young people nowadays have their minds, and Sierra doesn’t want it. I feel our Whitman Family and the Fordham Family are quite well-matched."

The implication of her words couldn’t be more direct.

The air was momentarily stagnant.

There was a mysterious emotion in Aiden’s eyes.

"Thank you for your candor, Mrs. Whitman." He suddenly laughed softly, but his voice was cold as ice.

"Miss Whitman’s status is noble, the son-in-law of the Whitman Family..."

He deliberately paused, looking directly at Mrs. Whitman, and spoke each word clearly.

"I’m very interested!"

"By then, I’ll prepare a special surprise for Miss Whitman."

"That’s wonderful!" Mrs. Whitman beamed, feeling completely relieved.

In the shadow of the corner, Stella Grant’s figure froze in place.

She originally came down to pour a glass of water but didn’t expect to hear such a conversation.

He said he was interested in becoming the son-in-law of the Whitman Family.

He said he would prepare a surprise for Miss Whitman.

Every word was like an ice-cold knife stabbing fiercely into her heart, twisting with force.

The blood began to cool from her fingertips, inch by inch spreading to every part of her body.

She took a deep breath and turned to leave this suffocating place.

Before long, Aiden Fordham found an excuse to leave the old residence; he had no idea Stella Grant had been there...

The night was deep.

Stella Grant barely ate any dinner before leaving the Fordham Residence; she didn’t head back to the Sterling Residence directly but wandered the streets like a lost soul.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

The rain wasn’t heavy, fine and dense, cooling her face.

She ran into a bakery, enveloped by warm yellow light and the sweet aroma.

She bought a pink donut.

Then she sat on a bench under the store’s eaves.

She took small bites, slowly chewing, then slowly swallowing.

The sugary sweetness melted in her mouth, but she couldn’t taste it.

Her mind was full of past scenes.

She remembered their bits and pieces in Mardale and recalled how confidently he spoke in front of that Mrs. Whitman.

He wanted to be the son-in-law of the Whitman Family.

Sadness wrapped around her heart like a rope twisted hundreds of times, impossible to cut or untangle.

Her eyes turned red quickly, heat rising, blurring her vision.

...

When she returned to the Sterling Residence, the rain had lessened.

Getting out of the taxi, Stella Grant immediately saw the black luxury car parked at the gate.

The car door opened, and Aiden Fordham, holding an umbrella, walked quickly to her.

The black umbrella completely covered her.

He carried a faint woody scent mixed with the fresh post-rain air, a scent she once loved.

He raised his hand, gently brushing her hair with warm fingertips, removing the water droplets on it.

"Foolish girl, where did you run off to? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

His voice carried a note of heartache.

Stella Grant raised her gaze, looking at him silently.

"Aiden Fordham, don’t come anymore." Her voice was unnervingly calm.

After speaking, she walked out from under his umbrella, leaving that space belonging to him.

The night wind blew, the air filled with a sense of brokenness...

Elsewhere, Corinne Kensington was thrilled upon hearing that Aiden Fordham wanted to attend the recognition banquet and was interested in becoming the Whitman Family’s son-in-law!

With only ten days to go until the recognition banquet, she had no idea that it would be the day of her downfall...