Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 156: He Drank Her Blood

After hanging up the phone, Aiden Fordham dialed another call to Ezra Jacobs, instructing him not to respond but simply to investigate the source of the draft.

Given such a sinister maneuver, it didn’t seem like Andy Lockwood’s style, especially since he was the first to know about the poisoning.

The origin likely was the person behind Bridget Jenkins.

Stella Grant shot him a glare and went straight to the laboratory.

Having eliminated the danger, she gathered both groups together.

"I’ll provide you with the formula in advance. Please help me merge the extracts at hand as quickly as possible. Time is too tight, and I’m grateful for your efforts."

Then she raised her hand and wrote several long strings of equations on the whiteboard.

After writing them down, she explained to everyone, and then they started dividing the work.

If there are no accidents, the formal antidote will be ready by tomorrow, and for the missing Nine Days Warmth, she directly used her own blood as a substitute.

She threw herself into refining the Seven-color brocade, trying to eliminate its toxicity while preserving the antidote factors.

Because if it had even a trace of toxicity, Aiden Fordham would suffer from the deadly poison of the Seven-color brocade upon drinking the reagent.

Her blood could only extract a small amount of antidote factor, unable to suppress the toxicity.

Expecting the horse to run while not letting it graze; this was undoubtedly very difficult.

Now, everyone was racing against time.

Stella Grant stayed in the lab, drawing over ten tubes of her own blood, continuously extracting, and gradually adding the little bit of effective weak antidote components into the test tubes.

Her immune system could effectively counteract the toxins, which was why just blood alone wasn’t very effective.

Until late at night, she still hadn’t left, and Aiden Fordham went to the lab again.

Seeing her red eyes, he felt a tightening in his voice, "Stella, I’m here to take you back to rest."

Stella walked over, swaying slightly, feeling a bit dizzy.

Aiden’s heart almost jumped out; he quickly reached out to support her, noticing her pale face.

"You can’t keep going like this; you’re too exhausted." Saying this, he bent over and picked her up.

Stella’s eyes showed stubbornness, and she struggled, "Put me down; I haven’t finished my work."

"Tomorrow." Aiden disregarded her resistance entirely, walking out with large strides.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the main house, she fell asleep.

Holding her light body, Aiden carried her upstairs, feeling an intense ache in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Stella suddenly woke up.

She patted her head and then ran back to the lab, where almost no one in the other two labs had rested.

Usually, during experiments, at least 50 tubes of a reagent were needed to identify various issues, but now there was no time for testing. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

By eight the next morning, the first version of the antidote reagent had finally been synthesized.

Excitedly, Stella took it to the main house and handed it to Aiden, who was about to tilt his head back and drink it.

She nervously pulled him back, "Drink half first. If there’s an issue, it can be adjusted."

"Don’t worry." Aiden patted her small hand, then raised his head and drank the reagent.

Keegan Lindsey and Stella watched him closely, silently praying for the reagent to take effect.

A special sensation surged chaotically through Aiden Fordham’s chest, and suddenly, he felt a block in his chest.

He immediately vomited a large mouthful of blood.

"President Fordham!"

"Aiden Fordham!"

Keegan quickly supported him to lie down, "Ma’am, what’s happening?"

Aiden’s lips gradually turned purple, a clear sign of poisoning, the Seven-color brocade.

"He’s poisoned!" Stella looked anxious. Despite being very careful and adding a small amount, he was still poisoned.

"What now, what should we do now?" Keegan cried out in panic, "Ma’am, quickly detoxify President Fordham."

"Aside from Nine Days Warmth, there’s no other antidote for the Seven-color brocade’s poison!" Her eyes were filled with confusion and despair.

The last time he drank, it was only a microdose, and it was mixed with her blood, preventing poisoning.

But such a small amount could in no way eliminate the neurotoxin in him.

This was simply a deadlock!

"Ma’am? Think of a way; President Fordham’s vomiting blood again." Keegan was so scared he was beside himself.

Aiden’s face twisted in pain, and he spewed another mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, Stella picked up a scalpel and cut across the palm of her left hand, letting the blood drip down.

Keegan was startled, "Ma’am, what are you doing?"

"My blood can alleviate the poison." Stella reached out to pinch Aiden’s jaw, letting the blood drip into his mouth.

Aiden’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply, as if he saw something utterly shocking.

Suddenly, he resisted by closing his mouth.

"Hold him down." Stella yelled urgently, not giving him a chance to escape.

Keegan, disregarding formalities, quickly pinned down his body and arms.

"Stella, get away." Aiden shouted with all his might, his eyes burning with anger.

Because of the poisoning, his limbs started to become numb and weak.

Stella tried to pry open his mouth again, but it was impossible; he had it tightly shut, struggling fiercely.

Her blood, amidst the struggle, dripped onto his face, forehead, forming tiny red blooms.

"Aiden Fordham, it doesn’t hurt me, just open your mouth, okay?" Stella’s eyes were red, her tone teetering on the edge of tears, "Without detoxification, you will die!"

Yet Aiden, even in death, refused to open his mouth, unwilling to rely on her blood for life.

He would rather die like this!

Steeling herself, Stella bit down hard on her tongue.

Mmph!

The sharp pain mixed with the intense metallic taste exploded in her mouth instantly.

Disregarding everything, she bent down, targeting those tightly pressed thin lips and kissed hard.

This was not a gentle, entwined kiss.

More like an undeniable plunder, filled with an all-or-nothing determination and an unyielding force.

Aiden Fordham’s tall body tensed abruptly.

He tried to turn his head, avoiding this unexpected invasion.

But Stella’s hand, like iron clamps, fixed his jaw, rendering him immobile.

Her tongue forcefully pried open his clenched teeth.

Warm, slightly sweet liquid began to flow continuously into his mouth.

Aiden’s pupils contracted suddenly.

He could taste it.

The familiar sweetness unique to her was now tainted with a heart-stopping metallic scent.

It was her blood!

In his chest, it felt as if an invisible giant hammer was madly pounding his heart.

Pain!

Such pain that his internal organs seemed out of place.

He was forced to draw the blood from her mouth, a stream of warm liquid sliding down his cheek.

Keegan Lindsey couldn’t help but run out.

Squatting at the doorway, his eyes were red like a rabbit’s; he knew they were saying a life-and-death farewell!

President Fordham, please don’t let anything happen to you!

Your wife loves you so much!

This kiss felt endless.

Until Aiden Fordham felt strength slowly returning to his body.

Until... Stella Grant collapsed softly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, quickly supporting her faltering body.

"Stella!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying both bewildered clarity and bone-deep panic.

"Stella, wake up!"

The person in his arms was pale as paper, unresponsive.

A buzzing filled his mind, as if he realized something, moving so quickly that he created a gust, swiftly pulling up her sleeves.

Just as he had feared!

Both her arms were shockingly dark purple and black.

On them, densely packed, were seven or eight fresh needle marks!

So... she had been using her own blood to create an antidote for him?

This truth was like a poison-tipped dagger, stabbing deep into Aiden Fordham’s heart.

Pain!

It hurt so much he could hardly breathe!

He held her tightly, embedding her soft body into his embrace, his forehead pressed firmly against her cheek.

Tears, uncontrollable now, streamed down one after another, scorching as they fell, sinking into her icy neck.

The warm touch, yet accompanied by excruciating pain...

It’s said men don’t cry easily, only because they haven’t reached heartbreak!

At noon, Stella Grant finally woke up, her hands wrapped in bandages, with a needle in the back of her hand for IV drip.

A knock sounded, and Keegan Lindsey entered with a bowl of steaming soup.

"Madam, you’re awake?" Keegan’s face was filled with unconcealable joy.

Stella Grant’s throat was terribly hoarse, she licked her cracked lips.

"Where’s Aiden Fordham?" she asked urgently, "How is his poison?"

"President Fordham’s poison seems to no longer be a serious issue." Keegan set down the soup bowl, reporting with ease, "His limbs aren’t numb anymore, and his lips have regained color."

Stella Grant’s brows furrowed into a line, as if she were contemplating something.

After a moment, she threw off the quilt, intending to get out of bed.

"Help me with the IV bottle, take me to the laboratory."

Keegan’s face showed difficulty.

"Madam, that’s not possible." He quickly stepped forward, attempting to stop her, "President Fordham ordered that you must rest here today. You can’t go anywhere; you lost a lot of blood."

"I know my own body," Stella’s voice was small but carried an unyielding determination.

She raised her head, her gaze directly meeting Keegan’s.

"Take me."

Keegan looked at her pale yet stubborn face and eventually conceded.

He sighed, carefully holding the IV bottle, supporting her out of bed.

It was already very cold outside.

Before leaving, Keegan specifically found a thick wool coat and carefully draped it over her.

She didn’t know that Aiden Fordham had suddenly fainted while she was asleep, fell from the stairs in the morning, and hasn’t woken up yet.

The lights in the laboratory were stark white.

Stella Grant immersed herself, not emerging again.

Outside the window, the sky turned from bright to dark, then to an inky black.

Aiden Fordham never appeared.

She repeated the experimental procedures over and over again, striving for absolute precision in every minute mixing ratio.

This time, she absolutely, absolutely could not let him be poisoned again!

Finally, after countless attempts, a new solution slowly formed in her hands, showing a translucent pale red.

Just as she exhaled in relief, ready to place the solution into the incubator.

Suddenly, a strong wave of dizziness hit.

Everything in front of her began to spin and shake.

Stumbling, she couldn’t hold the vial steady—

"Smash!"

The clear sound of shattering was exceptionally ear-piercing in the silent laboratory.

The pale red liquid instantly splattered, staining the floor with a hue of despair.

Stella Grant’s eyes instantly reddened.

She stared blankly at the mess on the ground, lips moving as she murmured to herself, "How... how did it break?"

Her voice trembled with disbelief.

"Finally managed to prepare it... how did it break... shatter..."

The string in her heart that had been tugged night and day, stretched to its limit, snapped completely at that moment.

She could no longer hold on, her body went limp, slowly crouching along the lab bench.

Her hands wrapped tightly around her knees, burying her face deep within them.

At first, it was stifled sobbing, slowly turning into uncontrollable wailing.

"How... did it break..."

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry... Aiden Fordham..."

"I... wanted to make it... I was very careful..."

"But why... why can’t I do anything right..."

Her cries were piercing and mournful, like a blunt knife cutting into the heart, shattering the midnight silence completely.

Only four days left... only four days left!

He’s getting closer to death, she’s saved so many people, but why, why can’t she save just this one...

(PS: As I wrote this, the author was moved to tears, it’s really hard)