Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 178: Threatened Miscarriage

Late at night, Aiden Fordham dropped Stella Grant back at Sterling Manor. She indeed felt a bit tired, yet the scene of stargazing with him kept replaying in her mind, leaving her wide awake.

She patted her head gently, then walked over to the computer to check her email.

She received an email from Carlos Fenton. Carlos told her that Master had been sent back to Mount Albus. The Lockwood Group in Meritopia might move to Nation A, and Andy Lockwood wouldn’t be coming back.

She replied briefly, a faint sadness between her brows; after all, she had let him down.

Outside, Aiden Fordham didn’t leave immediately. He got out of the car, leaned against it, lit a cigarette, and gazed intently in the direction of her room, eyes filled with light and expectation...

The next morning, Stella Grant slowly woke up after eight o’clock.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came out, her face was as pale as a ghost, devoid of any color.

She was bleeding from below.

It was a sign of a miscarriage scare.

Her mind buzzed and exploded, and she hurriedly rushed to Vivi Sterling’s room.

At this moment, Vivi Sterling was sitting quietly in front of her easel on the balcony, painting.

Every sheet of sketch paper depicted Zane Zimmerman, a mask, brows and eyes, contours, and a cold expression.

She told herself, whenever she thought of him, she would paint a picture.

"Bang—"

Stella Grant pushed the door open with a loud noise that startled Vivi Sterling, causing her paintbrush to slip from her fingers and roll several times across the glossy floor.

"What’s wrong?" Vivi Sterling stood up. Seeing Stella Grant’s ghastly pale face, her heart sank heavily.

Stella Grant didn’t say a word, walked straight to the table, grabbed the progesterone pills, shakily poured out two, picked up the glass of cold water, and swallowed them.

Then, she lay stiffly on Vivi Sterling’s bed and curled up.

Watching her actions, Vivi Sterling instantly understood.

"Are you pregnant?"

Stella Grant furrowed her brows tightly and her body still trembled slightly, "I’m bleeding!"

Vivi Sterling was suddenly flustered and hastily comforted her, "Don’t panic, don’t panic, just lie still, don’t move."

"I’ll call a doctor!"

Just then, Mrs. Sterling and Mr. Sterling came in, and Vivi Sterling immediately jumped into bed and lay beside Stella Grant. Mrs. Sterling asked curiously, "Why is Stella sleeping here too?"

Vivi Sterling immediately put on an act, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain.

"Mom, call a doctor quickly, my stomach hurts."

The two elders, startled, scrambled to call a doctor in a panic.

Twenty minutes later, the family doctor, accompanied by a nurse, rushed in.

Everyone was kept outside the room.

Mrs. Sterling was anxiously pacing, "How can she suddenly be in pain like this, let nothing happen."

Mr. Sterling held her shoulder, comforting in a low voice, "It’s okay, don’t overthink."

The doctor was very attentive, examining Stella Grant’s body and assessing the situation.

"There are some signs of a miscarriage scare."

The doctor’s expression was serious.

"I’ll prescribe some fetus-preserving medicine, combining Chinese and Western methods, and give you an acupuncture treatment, but you must rest in bed for at least three days."

"Even if you get out of bed, be very careful, avoid any strenuous actions."

"As long as there’s no bleeding, there shouldn’t be a major problem."

Stella Grant nodded, not daring to say a word more, her heart still full of worry.

As soon as the doctor left, Mrs. Sterling rushed in, seeing "Vivi" all well on the bed, heaving a heavy sigh of relief.

She held Vivi Sterling’s hand, "Come, lie down, lie down properly."

Then turned to Stella Grant, "Stella, get up and have breakfast."

Vivi Sterling quickly pulled her mom closer, continuing the act.

"Mom, her stomach hurts too, let her lie down for a while, she worked overtime last night and was exhausted."

Mrs. Sterling sympathetically responded "Oh," saying, "Alright, alright, then let Claire bring breakfast up later."

Soon, Claire came up with the medicine bowl. Vivi Sterling took it and quickly closed the door.

She carefully propped Stella Grant up, spooning the dark medicine into her mouth.

"How is it, feeling better?"

The medicine was bitter, the bitterness seeming to seep into her heart, yet Stella Grant felt a bit more settled.

"Hm."

Vivi Sterling asked again, "Does Aiden Fordham know?"

She shook her head, "I don’t want to tell him yet, my mind is a bit confused right now."

"Alright, leave him be!" Vivi Sterling decided, "Let’s bring this baby into the world together, let them grow up alongside each other. Just rest for three days, I’ll hold up the sky if it falls."

Before long, Keegan Lindsey called.

"Madam, your car is downstairs, ready to take you to the company."

Stella Grant’s voice was weak, "Help me take a three-day leave, my stomach hurts."

Keegan Lindsey didn’t dare delay, instructed her to rest well, and quickly reported to Aiden Fordham.

Upon hearing the report, Aiden Fordham frowned.

He knew she had a history of menstrual pain, and having lost so much blood in Mardale, with snow falling heavily, she must have caught the cold.

Seems she needs some thorough nourishment.

By noon, Stella Grant still hadn’t come downstairs for lunch.

Claire directly brought meals for two and the dark Chinese medicine to their room.

Watching from below, Mrs. Sterling felt uneasy.

Stella was never a late sleeper, why was she behaving so strangely today?

The more she thought about it, the more it didn’t feel right. She sneaked upstairs. Just in time to see Claire delivering the fetus-preserving medicine into Stella Grant’s room.

Mrs. Sterling’s mind set off alarm bells.

Ten minutes later.

In Stella Grant’s room, the atmosphere was so heavy it could drip water.

She half-lay against the headboard, her face still ashen.

Bedside, Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, Vivi Sterling, and Claire surrounded her.

Stella Grant knew she couldn’t keep it a secret any longer.

Taking a deep breath, her voice was soft yet clear, "Dad, Mom, I... am pregnant."

Mr. Sterling felt like the sky was falling when he heard it, crying out in anguish from the bottom of his heart. His precious cabbage had been invaded by another pig.

It hurts, it hurts!

Suddenly, he said to Mrs. Sterling, "Quick, raise the wall for me. From now on, that kid from the Hawthorne Family must not set foot in our Sterling Family manor."

He only had one little cabbage left; he couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

Damian Hawthorne: What does this have to do with me?

Claire Norton anxiously gestured in sign language, her movements incessant while Vivi Sterling drank her soup, suddenly chiming in.

"Old man, don’t worry. Claire says she won’t marry."

Mrs. Sterling interjected, "That can’t be, she must marry, just not get pregnant before marriage."

Claire Norton shook her head continuously, gesturing again with a sign indicating ’no’.

Vivi Sterling added, "Oh, Claire says she doesn’t like Damian Hawthorne, he can’t take her away."

Mr. Sterling finally felt reassured.

But Claire Norton continued to gesture ’no’, appearing somewhat anxious.

Vivi Sterling’s spoon suddenly slipped, crashing with a "bang", spilling soup on her.

She exclaimed in surprise, "What, Damian Hawthorne is impotent?"

The entire family was shocked, everyone quickly turned their gaze to Claire Norton.

Claire Norton’s face turned red with embarrassment, not daring to gesture again.

Damian Hawthorne: I suspect you all are using me for amusement.

Eventually, Mrs. Sterling calmed down first. She stared at Stella Grant and asked her:

"What do you plan to do? Are you not going to tell Aiden Fordham?"

Stella Grant gently placed her hand on her flat belly, "Once the baby is stable, I’ll tell him."

"Good." Mrs. Sterling nodded, "Then you just lie down properly, you’re not to leave the bed these few days."

After a day in bed, Stella Grant felt like her waist and back were going to break from the soreness.

She tossed and turned in bed for a long time at night before reluctantly falling asleep out of exhaustion.

Night was deep.

Outside Sterling Manor, a highly discreet Maybach parked quietly.

Inside the car, Aiden Fordham’s fingers, distinct in their articulation, swiftly tapped on his laptop, lines of code flowed smoothly across the screen.

Soon after, Sterling Manor’s robust surveillance system plunged into darkness.

He pushed open the car door, stepped out with his long legs, and with two strides, he leapt over the high wall, moving agilely like a leopard.

Then, with a light boost, he effortlessly climbed up to the second floor and slipped through the glass balcony door into a room.

Inside the room, only a dim night lamp was lit.

The person on the bed curled up like a frightened little cat, one hand tightly pressed against her belly, as if using her body warmth to protect something.

Aiden Fordham took off his coat, cold with the night air, and rubbed his large hand vigorously in his palm to warm it up.

Then, he gently lifted a corner of the blanket and carefully placed his hand on her belly, soothing her pain.

His palm seemed to possess a mysterious power.

Gradually, her furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and her sleeping breath became even and deep.

Only then did he climb into bed lightly, lying down behind her, extending his long arm to draw her whole body tightly into his embrace.

Not seeing her for a day felt like being scratched by a cat in his heart.

So, he snuck in this way.

Stella Grant stirred in her sleep, possibly sensing the familiar aura, she turned over, her small face naturally nestling into his warm, firm chest.

The posture looked extremely reassuring.

The next day, when Stella Grant woke up, there was no bleeding, but she obediently stayed in bed for three days before returning to The Fordham Group.

As soon as she returned to the company, Keegan Lindsey led her into a meeting room.

In the meeting room, four men in suits stood up in unison.

Their movements were synchronized, as if rigorously rehearsed.

"Miss Grant, hello." Their voices were loud yet respectful.

Keegan Lindsey explained softly beside her, "Madam, they are the heads of Aeria Mall, here to provide you with the monthly report."

Four heads.

Four thick reports, neatly enclosed in folders, were arranged in front of her on the conference table.

Stella Grant sat down, somewhat nervously picking up the top one.

She opened it.

A dense array of tables, heaps of numbers.

The zeros following each number were so many, they made her dizzy.

The figures were large, but the problem was, she couldn’t comprehend any of them.

Just as her mind was swirling, the meeting room door was pushed open again.

Aiden Fordham walked in.

His tall frame, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, encased his broad shoulders and back, projected an intense sense of oppressiveness in the light.

Previously, the four stern executives appeared to flip a switch.

"Swish," all stood up, ramrod straight, hardly daring to breathe.

Aiden Fordham’s gaze swept over them lightly, gesturing for them to sit down.

Then, he walked straight toward Stella Grant, pulled over the chair beside her, sitting intimately close.

He sat so near, enveloping her entirely.

His clean and refreshing scent immediately embraced her.

His left hand naturally rested on the back of her chair, forming a semi-enclosed posture, assertive yet intimate.

"Don’t worry."

He turned his head, his deep voice speaking softly by her ear.

"I’ll teach you how to read this, okay."

His voice was so gentle it could drip water, completely dispelling the hard coldness of his entrance.

"I’m not interested in this." She said flatly.

"You must learn, you still need to teach my heir in The Fordham Group." He smiled warmly.

Stella Grant widened her eyes in shock.

He... knows?