Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 167: The Last Kiss

The doctor came out, took off his mask, and his expression was so heavy it almost dripped.

"Although his heartbeat has resumed, President Fordham’s body is severely weakened by the toxins. We... have no solution anymore."

"It could be within these couple of days."

"Madam, please be mentally prepared."

Stella Grant faltered, taking a step back in a daze, leaning against the cold wall.

After a long while, she composed herself before walking to the bedside, tightly grasping the man’s cold large hand, pressing it to her face for warmth.

For a moment.

She then turned her head, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Keegan, help me... get a syringe for drawing blood."

Keegan Lindsey’s eyes were red, struggling to speak.

"Madam, please don’t harm yourself anymore; you are severely anemic now, taking more blood will harm your body!"

Stella’s eyes were empty, but remarkably resolute.

"I want to stay with him while he’s conscious. Even if... it’s until the very last moment."

She paused, every word exhausted her strength.

"I also want him to remember that I’ve always been here, to keep him at peace."

Keegan could no longer find a word to protest, only turned away with red eyes and left.

...

The snow in Mardale fell endlessly.

Vivi Sterling stood under the porch, gazing at the white expanse outside.

At that moment, she felt as if she’d been thrown into a cold cage, isolated from the world.

A heavy coat, carrying a man’s warmth, was suddenly draped over her shoulders.

Her body stiffened, she slowly turned back, her small face cold as ice.

"It’s been seven days." Her voice was light and fluttering, yet each word was sharp, "When are you sending me away?"

She was forcing him to fulfill that damned promise.

Zane Zimmerman stood tall behind her, blocking the draft.

He gazed at the heavy snowfall, his voice low.

"Wait until the snow stops. In this weather, the plane can’t fly."

To her, it felt like deliberate delay, "Zane, you’re not keeping your promise."

He said nothing, only reached out a long arm, gently encircling her in his embrace.

"Don’t be mad, hmm?" That voice, carried a coaxing tone.

"Don’t touch me!" Vivi Sterling struggled fiercely, as if tainted by something filthy.

"You’re too dirty."

Zane’s arms tightened around her, his jaw tensed hard.

He explained once more, "I didn’t do anything with Miss West, I am still clean, exclusively yours."

"It doesn’t matter anymore." Vivi interrupted him, her voice laced with tired resolve.

"I don’t want you anymore." She repeated, emphasizing every word, "No more."

She pushed him away in anger and turned to leave.

But suddenly her foot twisted.

"Ah..." she cried out in pain.

The next second, she was lifted off the ground, Zane directly cradling her horizontally.

His overpowering presence enveloped her, his firm chest unyielding.

"Zane! Put me down!" she fought him with fists and kicks.

"Don’t move." Zane’s voice was so deep it could drip, "Move again, and you know the consequences."

All her movements halted, and tears burst forth, streaming down in large drops.

"I just had a miscarriage..." Her voice was fragmented, sobbing, "Dare touch me and see!"

The man’s body visibly stiffened.

He looked down at her tear-streaked face, his voice deeply hoarse.

"Alright, I won’t touch you, I won’t. Don’t cry, hmm?"

His heart crumbled.

The crack in her heart was too deep, irreparable.

...

In the afternoon, Aiden Fordham finally awoke.

The moment he regained consciousness, he detected the faint scent of lilies.

It smelled wonderful.

Instinctively, he called out hoarsely, "Stella."

A soft hand immediately grasped his large hand, "I’m here, I’ve always been here."

Listening to her voice, the empty place in his heart filled a little.

He suddenly asked, "Is it still snowing?"

"Yes, it’s heavy." She turned her head to look at the world of white outside the window.

The corners of his mouth tugged as if smiling, "If I could still see, I’d really want to build a big snowman for you."

Stella Grant leaned down and pinched his cheek.

"What, trying to find an excuse to get away with it?"

"Even if you can’t see, you still need to help me build one, we’re doing it together, no slacking off."

He paused, then suddenly let out a low laugh.

"Alright."

Stella brought over a bowl of porridge that had been kept warm, "You haven’t eaten all day, eat first, and then we’ll go play."

He nodded, intending to reach for the bowl, but heard her gentle voice.

"Open your mouth."

Very obediently, he opened his mouth.

She scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and carefully fed it to his mouth.

She fed him seriously, spoon by spoon.

He swallowed earnestly, but inside his heart, the rain never ceased.

After finishing the porridge and washing up.

Stella dressed him in a thick, warm down jacket, even kindly putting on his hat.

She held his hand, like holding a child’s hand.

When the door opened, a gust of cold air rushed in.

Almost instinctively, he pulled her entirely into his arms, using his broad back to block the piercing cold wind.

In his arms, Stella’s voice was muffled, yet carried a smile.

"I’m not afraid of the cold, let’s go."

"Keegan and the others are outside having an outdoor barbecue, can you smell the aroma?"

"Let’s build two big snowmen there, and then go have the grilled meat feast, I’m already drooling."

She held his hand, leading him step by step outside.

The two standing in the vast white expanse, their figures incredibly visible.

The wind was wild, mixed with the clear sound of her laughter, whistling past their ears.

Aiden, feeling his way, crouched down, carefully pulling the soft snow towards him, then using his distinctly jointed large hands, firmly packed it into a solid ball.

His movements were slow but steady; soon, a round snowman’s belly was completed.

He continued to gather snow from nearby...

About half an hour passed.

Beside him, two snowmen stood, one large and one small, close together.

Stella ran over, circling the snowmen and let out a chuckle.

"Your snowmen are so ugly!"

"Why are there two, one big and one small?"

He didn’t turn his head, seriously "looking" at the two snowmen.

Heavily, he said, "One is you. The other is our baby."

Stella’s laughter abruptly stopped.

He groped for her hand, gripping it tightly, his voice carrying unprecedented sincerity.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t protect him well enough, which made him leave."

"When I get there, I’ll definitely find him and take good care of him."

"Stella, forgive me."

"He wasn’t just an embryo, he and you are everything in my life, the most important people in this life."

His words sounded like a confession before death, or a belated apology.

She paused, took a breath, her voice very light.

"Aiden Fordham, I forgive you."

"This matter is in the past."

Yes, in the face of life and death, everything else becomes insignificant.

His body trembled, eagerly seeking confirmation, "Really?"

"Mm." She gently nodded.

"Thank you!" His voice carried excitement, then he cupped her face, lowered his head, accurately capturing her lips.

The snow kept falling.

Flake by flake, landing on their hair, their shoulders.

They kissed continuously, without stopping.

In Stella’s mouth, she tasted an indescribable bitterness.

She opened her eyes.

Saw that in his hollow eyes, large tears were falling continuously.

Accompanied by sadness and despair... those were Aiden Fordham’s tears.

Her eyelashes trembled, her heart once again torn apart.

At this moment, in the snow-filled, white world, there was only her and him...