Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 170: God Opened a Window for Her

"President Fordham." Keegan Lindsey heard the crying and rushed over, laying Aiden Fordham on the ground and performing CPR.

Stella Grant collapsed to the ground, holding his cold hand, tears continuously falling.

"Aiden Fordham, open your eyes, don’t sleep..."

"Aiden Fordham, wake up... sob... sob..."

"Aiden Fordham..."

The loud roar of helicopter blades approached, stirring the remaining snow on the ground, blurring their vision.

The helicopter landed steadily.

The cabin door was suddenly pulled open with a "crash" sound.

Carlos Fenton jumped down from the cabin, carrying a small silver case, and sprinted toward Stella Grant.

Reaching her, he quickly opened the case, revealing a vial of crimson serum inside.

"Senior Sister, quickly, use it on him." Carlos Fenton said urgently.

Stella Grant’s pupils shrank suddenly, staring in shock at the vial of serum: "This is..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Number 13! It’s the Number 13 serum you developed earlier!" Carlos Fenton spoke rapidly, fearing to lose even a second,

"The day you left The Lockwood Group, the one you took was fake! Senior Brother had me switch it! So, the one Erwin shattered was fake too!"

This news struck Stella Grant like a lightning bolt overhead.

Her mind buzzed.

Ecstasy instantly swept over her, dispelling the previous despair and coldness.

She almost snatched the vial, her fingers trembling with excitement, but she swiftly removed the cap.

The crimson liquid, with a strange glimmer, was carefully fed to Aiden Fordham’s parched lips, bit by bit, drop by drop, slowly and steadily pouring in.

Each drop carried all her hope.

Keegan Lindsey was still bent over Aiden Fordham’s chest.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by uncontrollable joy: "The heartbeat... recovered a bit!"

He immediately shouted loudly for help: "Quick! Lift him inside! Get ready for monitoring!"

Several bodyguards worked together to lift Aiden Fordham onto a stretcher and quickly headed towards the hotel.

Stella Grant’s body was still trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from the massive emotional turmoil.

The remnants of sadness lingered, but now, flooding her heart was gratitude.

"Carlos Fenton, thank you... really, thank you for saving him." Her voice was hoarse from the ordeal.

Carlos Fenton looked at her pale face and blurted out, "The serum was sent by Senior Brother."

"He doesn’t want to see you cry again in the future, nor to hurt yourself."

"Senior Brother said, you saved his life on the hillside that day, and today, he directly returns this life to Aiden Fordham."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Every word stirred layers of ripples in Stella Grant’s heart.

Stella Grant’s heart shook fiercely.

If on that day, at that hillside, Andy Lockwood had died... then today, Aiden Fordham would be doomed as well.

Thus, the grace she bestowed that day, bore fruit today.

This was the window God opened for her!

"Help me, thank him." She softly said to Carlos Fenton, instinctively glancing toward the helicopter.

The wind and snow blurred her vision, but she knew, Andy Lockwood was right behind that small porthole.

Yet, she didn’t move closer, not even a step.

Finally, Stella Grant took a deep breath of the cold air, and then towards the helicopter.

She slowly displayed a smile.

This smile was one of relief, gratitude, and... a farewell to each other.

Then, she turned around without any hesitation and walked toward the hotel.

Inside the helicopter.

Andy Lockwood clearly saw her departing figure through the porthole.

He saw her last smile.

In the wind, she stood upright, like a solitary yet beautiful winter plum in the bitter cold.

His eyes could no longer suppress the surge of pain.

He never expected, after planning meticulously step by step, he would end up saving his rival in love with his own hands at the last moment.

And push her towards another man.

But...

When he saw her smile, it seemed as if nothing else mattered anymore.

She smiled.

She finally smiled at him, no longer with the previous dislike, indifference, or vigilance.

This smile provided an outlet for all his resentment, stubbornness, and madness, which then... vanished into thin air.

But his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

It turns out, this is what it feels like to truly love someone.

He seems to... understand a little.

The hum of the helicopter engine intensified again, the body slightly shook, and then slowly lifted into the air.

He left her world, leaving only a glimmer of hope in the sky.

In the afternoon, the snow in Mardale stopped, but ushered in another scene of bloodshed.

Zane Zimmerman took out the Heavenly Fire Dagger, announcing his official takeover of Mardale, deciding to tear down the walls of the wealthy district, henceforth no division between rich and poor in the city.

Simultaneously, he would implement three major policies to eradicate all evil, making Mardale peaceful.

The entire city was jubilant, the populace cheered.

However, not long after, there was a fierce explosion and gunfire near the stage.

The scene was chaotic, and Zane Zimmerman was shot.

For those in power, blood or life is always the price.

Vivi Sterling watched the chaos unfold on the TV, her heart clenched, and the cup in her hand slipped and shattered into pieces.

Before long, she heard gunshots from inside the house, and Alvin Fletcher, wounded, rushed in.

"Miss Sterling, quick, come with me right away."

He took her, racing toward the secret exit of the basement...

At the peak of Skylake Peak, the blaze from the city below was clearly visible, smoke billowing.

The news of Zane Zimmerman’s serious injury spread across the city overnight like it had wings.

Stella Grant clutched the railing with both hands, her knuckles white, feeling suffocated.

Keegan Lindsey’s expression showed no hint of disturbance, his voice steady.

"Ma’am, there’s no need to worry, no one will dare to attack." He paused, then added, "Even if they did, our people can protect you and President Fordham."

Stella Grant shook her head, frowning tightly, "I’m worried about Vivi. Can she be brought up here?"

Keegan Lindsey nodded without hesitation, he loudly called out into the open courtyard.

"Storm Rayburn."

As soon as he spoke, three shadows appeared out of nowhere, kneeling on one knee in unison, so fast they left only afterimages.

Stella Grant watched in astonishment, eyes wide.

Keegan Lindsey promptly explained, "Ma’am, these are President Fordham’s shadow bodyguards."

"In the future, if you encounter an emergency, just shout ’Storm Rayburn,’ and they’ll appear."

Stella Grant absorbed this information, nodded, then genuinely commented.

"Who came up with that name, it’s a bit unpleasant."

Keegan Lindsey: "..."

It was President Fordham, not him!

Just like that, a day and a night passed.

In the bedroom, Aiden Fordham still hadn’t awakened.

The virus and the antidote inside his body waged a silent war, every moment a life or death struggle.

The steady lines and rhythmic "beep beep" on the monitor by his bedside were the only evidence he was still alive.

Stella Grant used a cotton swab, dipped it in warm water, gently applying it to his cracked lips.

She then wrung out a warm towel, carefully wiping his hands, his hand broad, with distinct joints, yet presently hanging limp.

Keegan Lindsey lightly opened the door and walked in, his footsteps soft, asking with slight concern,

"Ma’am, how much longer until President Fordham wakes up?"

Stella Grant did not answer directly, just lowered her head, her gaze falling back on the sleeping face.

"He will wake up."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"In a few days, it’ll be his birthday; he will be reborn."

The night deepened, silence prevailed.

Stella Grant couldn’t withstand it any longer, and fell asleep next to the bed.

Her breathing light, carrying exhaustion.

In the quiet, the long fingers of the man on the bed moved ever so slightly, unnoticed.