Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 189: I Am the Whitman Family’s Eldest Daughter

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: I Am the Whitman Family’s Eldest Daughter

Her heart gave a violent tremble, she looked up at him, her eyes swirling with emotion.

She thought for a moment, then said, "Aiden, tomorrow, I’ll go to The Sovereign Estate... I’ll accompany you, I want to give you a gift."

She’d made up her mind—tomorrow she’d go to the hospital for a checkup, and then tell him in person: they were going to have a baby.

"No taking it back." He held her tight, confirming again.

"Mm." She nodded with extra emphasis.

Even if a touch of loss flickered in his heart at the moment, he felt more comforted and hopeful. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

She’d finally agreed. After waiting so long, one more night didn’t matter.

Of course, he was also planning a surprise for her—to make her his wife once more.

He leaned down to kiss her again. The night wind grew wilder, but it couldn’t blow away the rekindling love between them...

The next day, Vivi Sterling accompanied Stella Grant to the hospital for her checkup.

The results came quickly: over six weeks pregnant, with both a fetal heartbeat and fetal bud visible on the ultrasound.

Everything was developing perfectly.

The doctor prescribed her several boxes of iron supplements and reminded her to get plenty of rest.

Holding the thin ultrasound report, Stella’s fingertips were trembling.

She stared at that tiny, almost invisible dot on the image, her eyes slowly turning red.

That was her child.

She remembered her first child—the one she hadn’t even managed to keep a single picture of. Her heart still ached, deep and hidden.

This time, she would protect this baby with everything she had, until he arrived safe and sound in this world.

Leaving the hospital, the sun was shining just right.

Vivi looped her arm through Stella’s, and together they strolled to Aeria Mall nearby.

The security guard at the door spotted them immediately, rushing over with a respectful, perfect 90-degree bow.

Vivi dragged Stella straight to the maternity and baby section.

She picked up a pale yellow romper, printed with a yawning little bear—the fabric impossibly soft.

"Stella, look at this, it’s way too cute!"

Vivi couldn’t stop running her fingers over it, her eyes sparkling.

She couldn’t keep herself from daydreaming—would she and Zane’s baby be a boy, or a girl?

Stella watched Vivi’s excitement, her own face softening into a gentle smile.

They browsed around for a while, finally choosing some pregnancy-safe supplements, before preparing to leave.

Just as they headed toward the luxury section, a familiar figure stepped into view.

Corinne Kensington.

She wore a haute couture gown tailored to perfection, half her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses, trailed by four bodyguards in black suits—each carrying shopping bags stuffed with every major brand.

The whole thing screamed, "Queen on parade."

Ever since Helen Warren told her she was the real heiress of the Whitman Family, the daughter lost for more than ten years, and the Whitmans showed up with a DNA report, she’d been stunned; riches had fallen from the sky.

She accepted the status and wealth of the Eldest Miss Whitman as a matter of course, never once doubting she might be a fake.

So now, her confidence was through the roof.

Vivi sneered, looking at that tacky nouveau riche face, and for some reason, fire boiled in her chest.

Corinne had clearly spotted them too, sashaying over in her heels with airs of grandeur.

She took off her sunglasses, her mouth curling into an obviously fake smile.

"Fancy running into you."

Vivi smiled back, lifting her hand to wave at the security guard nearby.

The guard jogged over at once.

Vivi tilted her chin, pointing at Corinne, her tone crisp and direct.

"Go get your manager down here."

"And add this lady to Aeria Mall’s blacklist. We don’t ever want to see her here again."

Corinne’s face went sheet white.

"Vivi, what gives you the right? How can you blacklist me? Do you even know who I am?"

Vivi chuckled lightly.

"No idea who you are. Remind me, which trashy films did you star in? Oh right, so bad I must’ve blocked them out ages ago."

Corinne’s face flushed green—then she suddenly changed her tack, eyes glowing with poison.

"Vivi, you’d better apologize now, or the Sterling Family will pay the price."

Vivi patted her chest in mock shock. "Wow, I’m terrified."

The mall manager, who’d been patrolling, got the notice and rushed straight over.

He spotted Stella instantly and bowed deep, ultra respectful.

"Miss Grant."

Vivi spoke to the manager: "You’re right on time. You know Miss Grant, correct? She’s the major shareholder of Aeria Mall. She wants this arrogant woman blacklisted—not just here, but across every business owned by The Fordham Group. Don’t let us bump into her again."

The manager nodded without hesitation.

"Understood, Miss Grant. I’ll take care of it right away."

Corinne screamed, "How dare you! Offending me is offending the Whitman Family!"

Then she broke into a triumphant smile.

"You two don’t know, do you? I’m the Eldest Miss Whitman now!"

Vivi acted as if she’d just heard the century’s biggest joke.

"You’re the Eldest Miss Whitman? Go find yourself a mirror—what exactly about you is ’Whitman’?"

Corinne’s face went completely green, like a spilled paint tray.

Stella finally spoke, her voice a little tired: "Vivi, let’s go. No need to let people like her ruin our good mood."

"Stop right there!"

But Corinne yelled after them, aggressive and furious.

"You two bitches! One seducing my fiancé, one seducing my brother. Stop pretending to be so pure and innocent—it’s just laughable!"

Stella’s eyes darkened. "Corinne, are you sure you want to keep making a scene?"

She didn’t believe for a second that Corinne was the real Eldest Miss Whitman.

Vivi snarked back, "Corinne, have you lost your mind playing pretend? Eldest Miss Whitman—what a joke!"

"Sierra." A gentle female voice sounded nearby.

It was Mrs. Whitman, approaching with impeccable grace, another distinguished lady at her side.

Corinne saw who’d arrived and, in an instant, dropped her claws—transforming into a sweet kitten.

She skipped over to Mrs. Whitman, clutching her arm, her voice sticky sweet.

"Mom."

Mrs. Whitman patted her hand affectionately, then introduced, "This is Mrs. Grant, say hello."

"Hello, Mrs. Grant." Corinne greeted obediently.

Mrs. Grant nodded, sizing her up. "Such a good girl. Miss Whitman, really a beauty."

Mrs. Whitman reached out to smooth Corinne’s messy hair and collar—every move radiating love and care.

Corinne wasted no time complaining, pointing at Stella and Vivi.

"Mom, those two teamed up to bully me. Stella’s always trying to seduce Aiden!"

Mrs. Whitman comforted her with a pat, then turned her sharp gaze on Stella.

Stella was stunned. This was really Mrs. Whitman!

Mrs. Whitman immediately switched to full mama bear mode, aura turned up to max.

"Miss Grant, I trust you already know the Whitman Family and The Fordham Family plan to unite by marriage. You and President Fordham had better keep your distance."

Her words, though calm, left no room for argument.

"I hear you two were married. Now that you’re divorced, it’s time to cut off any lingering contact."

Mrs. Whitman’s gaze was sharp, as if seeing straight through her.

"I apologize if this comes off harsh, but I won’t let my daughter suffer any slight."

Her words stabbed into Stella’s heart like a needle—hot and vicious pain.

Vivi didn’t hesitate to fire right back:

"Mrs. Whitman, are you sure this is your real heiress? Have you really investigated everything she did? You wouldn’t want the Whitman Family to become a laughing stock among the rich!"

Mrs. Whitman was fuming inside, but her elegant mask didn’t slip at all.

"Miss Sterling, now that you’re pregnant, you ought to be at home taking care of yourself. The Whitman Family business is none of an outsider’s concern."

This was the real hidden dagger—every word hitting a nerve.

Stella’s face went icy cold.

She said coolly, "Mrs. Whitman, you’d better take your Miss Whitman and leave before more people stop to watch the show."

She noticed the crowd of onlookers around them was growing.

Corinne exploded: "Stella Grant, who do you think you are! How dare you be so disrespectful to my mom!"

She finished yelling, then instantly spun to Mrs. Whitman with a whole new sweet face.

"Mom, you and Auntie Grant go shopping—I’ll come and find you for lunch soon."

Mrs. Whitman patted her hand, then instructed the four bodyguards, "Protect Miss Whitman well."

"Yes, ma’am," the bodyguards replied in unison.

Only then did she accompany Mrs. Grant, turning to leave.

The moment Mrs. Whitman left, Corinne dropped all remaining pretenses and grew even more brazen.

She walked up to Stella, her smile equal parts smug and vicious.

"Stella Grant, have you heard of Princess Ariel’s crown? It’s the symbol of true love—sold for 1.9 billion. It’s the surprise Aiden is preparing for my recognition banquet."

She practically dripped with pride.

"You think he loves you so much? Ha. Even though he knows I was behind that Faelan incident last time, he couldn’t bear to punish me. You’ve already lost."

Stella’s heart plummeted.

He’d already uncovered the Faelan affair?

Corinne moved even closer, dropping her voice to a whisper in Stella’s ear. "Do you know how he treated me that night at Nocturne?"

She gave her phone a little shake as she spoke.

The screen showed a photograph.

In it, she was clutching Aiden Fordham intimately—his profile cold and sharp, the backdrop clearly a private room at Nocturne.

Stella’s face drained of all color, her body swaying unsteadily.

At that moment, a tall, imposing figure strode over.

"Sierra!"

It was Hugh Whitman.

Corinne jolted, and recognizing her brother, immediately dropped all sharpness, her voice turning soft and pitiful.

"Brother, these two women bullied me."

Vivi glanced at the strikingly handsome man, then suddenly sneered.

"Eldest Master Whitman, your sister orchestrated a kidnapping, you swoop in as the hero—what a show you two put on."

Hugh’s face darkened instantly. He barked at the bodyguards, "Take Miss Whitman away!"

Corinne let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

She’d already gotten what she wanted, and didn’t care to drag things out.

Hugh spun to Vivi, hastily trying to explain: "Miss Sterling, it’s not what you think—"

"Enough!" Vivi cut him off sharply, her disgust undisguised. "I can’t stand anyone from your Whitman family! You’d best stay far away from me—you’re an eyesore!"

With that, she grabbed Stella, whose face was snow-white. "Stella, are you okay? Let’s go."

Not long after, two trending topics blew up both Meritopia and The Imperial Capital’s social media.

#WhitmanHeiressTurnsOutToBeActressCorinneKensington#

#FordhamAndWhitmanFamiliesAnnounceMarriageAlliance#

The post even included a photo of Corinne clutching Aiden Fordham—totally ambiguous.

Ten seconds later, Stella’s phone started ringing—a call from Aiden Fordham.

She stared at the screen for several seconds, then swiped to answer...