Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 165: Do Not Forget Stella

F-Country, Oakhaven

The door of Cindy Chandler’s house was kicked open from the outside.

The loud noise shook her heart to a standstill.

Andy Lockwood stormed in with his men.

He was dressed in a black suit, tailored to perfection, highlighting his broad shoulders and slim waist, an overwhelming sense of pressure washed over.

Seeing his demeanor, an ominous feeling crept into Cindy Chandler’s heart.

Andy Lockwood’s gaze landed on her belly, his eyes cold and devoid of warmth.

He spoke icily.

"You’re pregnant!" It wasn’t a question, but a statement, "You didn’t take the pills."

Cindy Chandler instinctively took a step back, shielding her belly with her hands, shaking her head frantically, "No, I didn’t!"

"Take her to the hospital and get rid of it."

Andy Lockwood’s tone was as cold as ice, leaving no room for negotiation.

The moment the words left his lips, two emotionless bodyguards stepped forward, instantly pinning her on both sides.

Cindy Chandler was terrified, she screamed.

"Andy Lockwood, what are you doing! Let me go, that’s my child!"

Andy Lockwood stepped closer, his long fingers suddenly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

"You’re not qualified to carry my child."

"Take her away."

Cindy Chandler struggled desperately, kicking and flailing like a trapped beast.

She cried and pleaded, "Andy Lockwood, I’m begging you, let me go, I promise I’ll stay far away from you in the future, and never bother you again!"

The title of senior brother was no more, she called him Andy Lockwood.

He coldly spat out two words: "Take her."

With all her strength, Cindy Chandler suddenly broke free from one of the bodyguards’ hold.

Her body lost balance.

In the violent struggle, her belly hit the corner of the solid wooden table hard.

"Ah——"

Excruciating pain came through. Beneath, a gush of warm liquid surged out.

Blood stained her light-colored pants instantly, dripping down her thighs, and pooling on the floor, shocking to the eye.

She slid to the ground weakly, curling up in pain, her face as white as paper.

Pain.

Too much pain.

She raised her head, glaring at the man fiercely, shouting curses.

"Andy Lockwood, you’re a demon! Whether it’s the people who love you or the ones you love, you destroy them with your own hands!"

The next second, she suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with despair, tears rolling down amidst her mirth.

"Haha... Hahaha... Do you know why the senior sister doesn’t love you?"

Her voice was laced with bloodlust, hitting him word by word.

"Because you only love yourself!"

"You have no idea what love is! You don’t deserve to be with her!"

"If she truly died, it was because you pushed her, and you will regret it! You’ll deserve it for the rest of your life!"

His heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy blow, shattering instantly, torn to pieces.

She propped herself up on the ground, painfully getting back up, muttering to herself.

"Senior sister... I should have listened to you... left him..."

"I was wrong... I will never... love him again..."

She slowly walked toward the door, her blood staining the floor beneath her, flowing down her pant legs, leaving a long trail of blood behind her.

The striking red deeply cut into Andy Lockwood’s eyes.

As darkness crept into her vision and she finally collapsed.

He rushed forward...

Because of this unforeseen event, she lost the chance of becoming a mother forever, and for the next fifty years, Andy Lockwood atoned for this moment...

The snow in Mardale went crazy, freezing the entire city.

Stella Grant and Keegan Lindsey’s car crawled through the wind and snow, taking all day to finally reach Aiden Fordham’s villa hidden in the mountains.

In the morning, Aiden Fordham returned from elsewhere, only to cough up blood,

He couldn’t remember what he had been through the past two days, he tried thinking, desperately trying.

At this moment, he sat in the wheelchair at the doorstep, holding a pot of blooming green lily in his arms.

He stared blankly at the snowy view ahead.

Though it was an expanse of endless darkness, he couldn’t see anything, but his expression was as if he was admiring an unparalleled scenic beauty.

He could smell the floral scent from his arms, the scent felt familiar, and it put him at ease.

It was already the fourth day, and his body had completely collapsed.

His memory had become fragmented, and his bodily functions had deteriorated, held together by a single breath.

Stella Grant got out of the car, stumbling as she rushed over.

When she reached him, she dared not call out, afraid to disturb him.

All she could hear was his constant muttering.

"Can’t forget Stella... Don’t forget Stella..."

"She’s Stella, my Stella..."

She reached out her hand, gently holding his cold, lifeless hand.

The next second, he suddenly pushed her away.

"Who?" he roared angrily, "Get away!"

Keegan Lindsey quickly stepped forward, "President Fordham, Madam is here to see you."

"Madam?" he furrowed his brows, his eyes full of confusion, "Madam... who is that?"

He couldn’t remember, yet desperately wanted to.

Seeing him like this, Stella Grant felt a sharp pain in her heart, her eyes instantly turned red.

The nearby bodyguard whispered, "President Fordham hasn’t eaten anything all day."

Stella Grant turned and ran into the kitchen, quickly making a steaming bowl of noodles, carefully bringing it to him.

He smelled the aroma of food but just turned his head away, refusing to eat.

Because, he couldn’t taste the food.

"Stay away from me! Get away!" he yelled again, his voice hoarse.

She slowly approached, crouching in front of him, using all the gentleness of her life.

Her voice was soft, carrying a soothing strength, "Aiden, I’m Stella, I’m Stella."

"Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you."

Aiden Fordham shook with emotion.

He turned his head eagerly, grabbing her hand, only to be burned by the soup bowl.

Keegan Lindsey quickly stepped forward to take the noodle bowl.

But the excitement lasted less than three seconds before his expression turned grim.

He suddenly reached out with his other hand, gripping her neck tightly!

"You’re not Stella! You’re not her! She’s already left me."

"You’re not her."

"President Fordham!" Keegan Lindsey was scared out of his wits, pulling him away with the bodyguards.

During the struggle, Aiden Fordham’s body shook violently.

"Pfft——"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed straight from the wheelchair onto the ground.

The blood from his mouth swiftly stained the snow red.

"Cough cough." After struggling free, Stella Grant coughed violently several times, tears nearly falling.

"President Fordham, President Fordham." The group scrambled to help him up.

He shouted angrily, "Don’t touch me, all of you, get away..."

He lay flat in the snow, his empty eyes staring at the sky, fine snowflakes falling onto his handsome face, melting into bitter cold water, seemingly about to bury him.

Stella Grant rushed into the house like a madwoman.

She grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table and charged out, the bodyguards immediately on alert, "Madam, don’t act rashly."

They actually thought she was going to harm him.

"Get out." Keegan Lindsey bellowed, the three bodyguards slowly backed off.

Stella Grant aimed at the spot five centimeters above her wrist and slashed down without hesitation.

A bloody gash opened.

Blood dripped from her wrist, drop by drop, into his slightly opened mouth.

He tasted that familiar flavor, finally calming his agitated body.

The snow continued to fall, the blood kept dripping, and she used the last of her strength to sustain his life...

Watching such a heartbreaking scene, Keegan Lindsey couldn’t stop his tears from falling, quickly turning back into the house.

At this moment, another pair of eyes in the woods was watching everything, recording everything.

After a long while, she threw the knife away, Keegan Lindsey immediately sprinkled prepared hemostatic powder on her wound and swiftly wrapped it with a bandage.

Stella Grant lifted him from the snow, using all her strength to hold him tightly in her arms.

Her eyes were red.

The blood red at his lips marked her neck, forming a blood plum blossom.

The familiar scent of lilies from her body seeped into his nostrils.

Only after a long while did he weakly utter, "Stella, is it really you?"