Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 163: President Fordham, Madam Is Here

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: President Fordham, Madam Is Here

After a long while, Stella Grant slowly asked, "Keegan, tell me, where is he?"

"President Fordham...didn’t tell anyone." Keegan looked troubled, "He took the noon flight, probably...isn’t in Mardale anymore."

Stella nodded, didn’t say anything else, and walked out.

"Ma’am, where are you going?" Keegan quickly asked.

"I’m going to the laboratory." She didn’t look back, left this sentence, and went downstairs.

Outside the house, the wind was strong, sweeping up leaves and dust.

Stella tightened the coat around her, squinting, walking resolutely step by step.

Pushing open the laboratory door, the smell of disinfectant hit her.

She walked to the lab bench, put on gloves, and picked up a test tube just like before.

Studying meticulously, adding reagent to the test tube bit by bit.

As long as she doesn’t stop, she won’t overthink.

As long as she doesn’t stop, there’s still hope.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the cage in the corner.

The white mouse injected with the latest reagent lay there motionless.

Dead.

Her hands paused sharply.

"Bang!"

The glass test tube slipped from her fingers, shattered on the ground into countless pieces.

The crisp sound made her eardrums ache.

At this moment, her heart began to uncontrollably panic.

Although she knew life was unpredictable long ago.

But she never thought about how to face it all.

If...

If she hadn’t come to Mardale back then, he wouldn’t have followed, wouldn’t have been poisoned.

No, that’s wrong.

If she hadn’t hopelessly fallen in love with him, Andy Lockwood wouldn’t have seen him as a thorn in the side and resorted to such poison.

Still wrong.

If she hadn’t stubbornly come to Meritopia, she wouldn’t have met him again, wouldn’t have had all this happen.

He would still be living well.

Being the high and mighty president of The Fordham Group, the richest man in Meritopia, living a carefree life surrounded by admiration.

It was all because of herself.

All her.

She slowly squatted down, covering her face with her hands, nails deeply embedded in the skin.

She didn’t want to face this world anymore.

Her world was in chaos.

She didn’t know if she loved him or was grateful for all he had done for her, she just knew... she didn’t want him to die, didn’t want him to be left alone in the last moments...

F-Country, Lockwood Headquarters

Andy Lockwood stood in front of the window with a glass of wine, looking at the bustling world outside, his handsome face cold as ice.

He remembered when he first met her, she stood on the stage, lecturing on genetic conflicts with diseases.

Her whole being was radiant, he was firmly attracted to her.

Later, he went to find her in Professor Franck’s laboratory.

She suddenly rushed over, knocked him to the ground.

"Danger!" Her voice urgent and tight, "I feel it’s going to explode."

He was blinded by the impact, feeling a warm body pressing on him, her beautiful face, those bright eyes, imprinted on his retina.

She looked around, the lab was quiet.

"...Didn’t explode."

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up.

With a devilish impulse, he reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her down, making her scream as she fell back onto him.

He rolled over protectively, holding her tightly.

Boom!

A loud bang shook the ground.

He felt the girl in his embrace tremble violently, breathing deeply in fear.

"Finished, the professor will definitely scold me dead."

The next second, she was almost in tears, seeing this appearance, he laughed.

Thus, he invested in the laboratory for her, step by step entered her life.

Until she developed the cancer cure formula, her extraordinary talent shocked the world.

He protected her completely.

Until his brother Erwin stole her complete genetic database and was infected with the virus.

Even threatened him, asking him to steal the antidote, but he never thought of hurting her.

He drank all the strong wine in the glass, the spicy liquid burning his throat, can’t suppress the congestion and discomfort in his heart.

How could he watch her die for another man?

"Knock knock." The sound was abrupt.

A subordinate hurried in, whispered something in his ear.

The struggle in his eyes instantly faded, replaced by monstrous anger.

He turned around, strode away...

For the next two days, Stella Grant stayed in the laboratory, without sleep, endlessly working on her reagents.

She became haggard.

Keegan sent her meals, she barely touched them.

Seeing this situation, Keegan was at a loss, quickly dialed a number.

"President Fordham, you’d better come back soon, ma’am...hasn’t eaten or slept for two days." Keegan’s voice pleading, "I’m afraid her body can’t take it, she just...wants to see you, like...punishing herself."

On the other side, there was silence for a few seconds, then coldly said, "If anything happens to her, I’ll have someone’s head over it."

Keegan gasped, face twisted with grief, "President Fordham, the heart’s illness needs a heart’s remedy."

There was another quiet few seconds, saying, "Long pain is worse than short pain."

Then hung up the phone.

Indeed, what in this world is more cruel than parting by death?

In the afternoon, Stella Grant finally walked out of the laboratory,

The weather today was gloomy.

The fierce north wind, like a knife, cold and bone-chilling.

Keegan quickly came over, draped a heavy coat on her shoulders.

"Ma’am, hurry inside, there’s hot soup in the pot."

Stella adjusted the coat, the white breath she exhaled quickly blown away by the wind, looked at Keegan, suddenly asked.

"Keegan, where in all of Mardale do you think is the warmest?"

Keegan was stunned by the question.

Suddenly, she said, "I want to go somewhere."

Finished, she walked out.

This place, she thought for a long time, today finally thought of it.

Half an hour later, the car stopped by the lawn of a small village.

This was where Aiden Fordham planned their wedding.

In winter, the surroundings were desolate and quiet, not a soul in sight, the green lawn remembered now only yellow.

She opened the car door, slowly walked toward the wishing Divine Tree.

Keegan followed behind, heart pounding in fear.

He quickly looked around, heart skipped a beat, scalp tingling.

President Fordham must think it’s me who sold him out!

Indeed.

Aiden Fordham lived not far from the Divine Tree in that little building.

At this moment, he stood by the second-floor window.

He was engulfed by the room’s shadows, like a silent sculpture, struggling painfully in his world.

He couldn’t bear to be too far from her.

Just stayed near the place closest to happiness once, relying on memories to sustain this broken body. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

A bodyguard beside him whispered in amazement, "President Fordham, ma’am is here!"

"She’s walking toward the Divine Tree..."

Aiden Fordham’s body trembled slightly.

The hand at his side clenched uncontrollably.