Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 211: Twins! I’m Pregnant With Two

Stella Grant was startled by his sudden action, her hands grabbing his big ones, but his weight pressed down on her.

"You’re pressing on my stomach, get up!"

"Aiden Fordham."

Aiden Fordham didn’t strip her clothes further, he lowered his head and fiercely bit her lips.

He wanted to punish her.

A sharp pain surged, and Stella felt her lip break, the taste of blood diffused between their lips and teeth.

Her brows furrowed tightly, realizing his state was very off.

"Hiss!"

"Aiden Fordham, are you crazy?"

"Why are you biting, it hurts."

He said nothing, his entire being like ice frozen for a thousand years, lowering his head, he kissed her.

That kiss was full of aggression and anger, forceful, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Stella Grant forcefully pushed him away.

"Aiden Fordham, you’re drunk, you can’t."

"You’ll hurt the baby!"

Baby.

The last words he wanted to hear were those.

Coming from her mouth only incited a blazing wrath inside him.

Aiden Fordham suddenly lifted her horizontally and strode to the bedroom, throwing her directly onto the soft big bed.

Immediately, he leaned over her again, his hands reaching to strip her clothes.

This baby, he didn’t want it.

It would be best to get rid of it now!

He lowered his head, his cold lips landing on her slender neck.

Stella Grant sensed his abnormality.

His tall body was tense, yet his eyes as he looked at her were vacant and estranged.

He wanted... her heart tightened, raising her hand forcefully, she gave him a hard slap.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound echoed in the bedroom.

His handsome face was slapped to the side, five fingerprints quickly surfacing on his fair skin.

"Aiden Fordham, what are you doing, go away."

Her voice trembled.

Aiden Fordham was slapped as if brought to consciousness.

He was silent for a good ten seconds before he slowly turned his head, his sight refocusing on her face.

Then, he uttered a sentence sharp enough to tear her apart.

"Stella, can we not have this child?"

His Adam’s apple moved, struggling to add.

"I want to spend a couple of years just us two first, we’re still young, we can have one a few years down."

Stella Grant’s mind exploded with a buzz.

What did he say?

He didn’t want this child? Is he crazy?

She struggled to sit up, her tone cold enough to drop ice shards.

"Aiden Fordham, what did you just say?"

She needed to confirm again, to ensure she wasn’t hearing things.

Aiden Fordham stood up from the bed.

He stepped barefoot on the cold floor, casually taking a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, extracting one.

"Click."

The lighter flickered with a blue flame, lighting the cigarette.

He took a deep drag without reservation, exhaling thick white smoke, utterly indifferent to her as a pregnant woman.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his handsome face appeared blurred and callous.

Then, he slowly began to speak, each word like a dagger laced with poison.

"I don’t want this child."

Stella Grant crawled up from the bed, her movements somewhat unsteady.

She stared at him intensely, eyes frigidly fierce.

"Aiden Fordham, do you know what you’re saying?"

He didn’t answer, not even bothering to cast a glance of justification.

He had already spoken clearly enough earlier.

"Aiden Fordham, give me a reason."

Her voice was soft, yet each word was bitter with blood.

"That’s your child, why not want it?"

"It’s already 8 weeks, in your eyes, is it still just a disposable embryo?"

She regretted it.

Really regretted it.

She shouldn’t have told him.

She thought he’d be overjoyed, moved to tears and spinning her around, not expecting to face such destructive anomaly.

Aiden Fordham watched her face pale, eyes bloodshot, seemingly on the verge of breaking.

His handsome brow furrowed slightly, wanting to comfort her, but his feet seemed nailed in place, unmoving.

After a few seconds of thought, he extinguished the cigarette and offered a reason flimsy to the core.

"After the new year, there’s a wedding to hold, I’m afraid it will be hard on you if you’re pregnant, and wedding dresses won’t look good."

What kind of bullshit reason is that?

Are those even human words?

Stella Grant instantly lost control, shouting at him.

"Then don’t hold the wedding! I just want my child!"

After speaking, she pushed him away with all her strength and turned to run outside.

The tall man stood still, watching her resolute silhouette, not chasing after.

The door was abruptly pulled open.

Keegan Lindsey was standing outside holding a bowl of hangover soup, stunned to see her rush out.

"Madam..."

She ignored.

Tears, like a string of broken beads, blurred her vision, burying her head, she dashed past him.

Inside the room.

Aiden Fordham took a deep drag, exhaling a large cloud of smoke, his chest heaving intensely.

The smoke stung his eyes red.

Suddenly, as if drained of all strength or injected with a manic fury, he lifted his foot and kicked viciously at the nearby chair.

"Bang!"

The hardwood chair was kicked to the floor, emitting a loud noise.

He discarded the cigarette, charging out in a fever.

The corridor was empty, people had long run off.

When Stella Grant dashed out of the hotel, Ethan Monroe was leaning against the car smoking, a shock in his heart when he saw her come out alone.

Originally, he had tracked her whereabouts, intending to block her way, have a word.

"Sierra." He grasped her.

Upon seeing her swollen eyes, anger flared up instantly.

"Why are you crying, did Aiden Fordham bully you?"

Stella Grant freed her hand, slightly organizing her emotions.

"Nothing."

Ethan Monroe gazed at her glittering eyes, genuinely pained, wanting desperately to cradle her yet she suffered at another man’s place.

After a long silence, he spoke, "Sierra, marriage isn’t about swallowing your pride, if you feel unhappy..."

"Young Master Monroe, everyone’s living their own life, I hope you can move forward too." Stella Grant promptly interrupted him.

"I can’t divorce Aiden Fordham, I love him. I’m leaving now, goodbye."

She spoke clearly, only hoping this man wouldn’t fall deeper, she didn’t want to face another "Andy Lockwood".

Ethan Monroe’s heart clenched, the pain obvious.

Finally, he inhaled deeply, "I respect your choice, it’s my fault for meeting you too late. Rest assured, I won’t trouble you henceforth."

He added, "Can we still be friends?"

Stella Grant gazed at him sincerely, nodded.

He was relieved, opening the car door, "I’ll give you a ride home, The Imperial Capital has many unique spots, I can also take you..."

"Young Master Monroe, I’ll catch a cab myself, thanks."

Stella Grant offered a polite smile, signaling the approaching taxi.

"Goodbye."

She turned and sat in the car, driving away, leaving a despondent Ethan Monroe.

At this moment, Aiden Fordham stood just behind the hotel’s glass doors, his clenched fists slowly relaxing...

Elsewhere.

Vivi Sterling’s eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her mouth was tightly sealed with tape.

Her hands and feet were bound, her entire body thrown into a shabby minivan.

The vehicle crazily sped through narrow alleys, tires screeching loudly against the ground.

Next, with a wild twist, the vehicle rushed onto the main road, merging into the bustling river of cars.

Vivi Sterling was scared out of her wits.

She struggled desperately, her throat releasing suppressed "mm-mm" sounds.

Who was it? Who wanted to kidnap her?

That crazy woman Corinne Kensington, was it her doing? Did she come for revenge?

Hasn’t she entered the big prison?

Vivi Sterling dared not to think further; she kept praying in her heart: Hugh Whitman, where are you, come quickly to save me.

As long as you save me, I will give you a chance to be the child’s... stepdad.

The car was speeding recklessly, and the driver’s skills were terrible, constantly braking abruptly and changing lanes.

She was like a bouncy ball thrown into a metal box, bouncing around wildly with the swaying of the vehicle.

Her forehead hit the car wall with a "thud," and her back slammed heavily against the other side.

The severe pain felt like it was about to shatter her bones.

Finally, after a sharp jolt, the car suddenly stopped.

Indeed, the minivan was forced to stop by a flashy motorcycle and two luxury cars, and instantly seven or eight people jumped out, heavily surrounding the vehicle.

Vivi Sterling continued to struggle without daring to stop for a moment.

She was scared to death.

Afraid these damned kidnappers would move her to a more remote place, or simply find a river to toss her silently into it.

That would really be the end.

She cannot die.

She hasn’t seen the baby born yet, hasn’t held him, and brought him back to Mardale to see Zane Zimmerman.

Wuwu.

The next moment, the black cloth over her eyes was gently pulled away by a pair of big hands.

The blinding light made her squint instantly.

A tall, upright man stood quietly in front of her against the light, his features distinct like a deity.

Then he bent down and carefully tore away the tape on her mouth and untied the ropes binding her tightly.

"Waaa—"

Seeing the person clearly, Vivi Sterling’s suppressed fear and grievance instantly broke free, and she cried loudly.

"Hugh Whitman, you bastard, why did you come now! I thought you couldn’t find me!"

Hugh Whitman painfully lifted her from the cold compartment and held her tightly in his arms.

"No."

His voice was deep and steady.

"You’re easier to find than an ant."

His gaze lowered, landing on the red and swollen bruise on her forehead. His eyes instantly grew cold, feeling the pain immensely.

He turned his head, his voice harboring overwhelming anger.

"Take the people away, conduct a thorough interrogation."

Vivi Sterling was still tearful and scared, her little face full of grievance,

"It’s your fault for not protecting me well, I was almost going to be silenced, one body two lives, wuwu."

"It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have left for so long." Hugh Whitman softly coaxed with pain in his heart, "I’ll avenge you, hmm, don’t cry anymore."

He carried her with long strides onto a black luxury car, heading straight to the hospital.

In the hospital, after her external injuries were treated, Vivi Sterling was sent to the ultrasound room.

She lay worriedly on the examination bed, the cold instrument smoothly gliding on her belly, as the doctor focused on the screen.

She was so nervous that her palms were sweaty, not daring to move.

The doctor examined thoroughly, adjusted his glasses, and opened his mouth.

"Don’t worry, both little guys are very healthy and are developing well."

Vivi Sterling’s brain crashed for a second.

She suddenly widened her eyes, unwilling to believe her ears.

"Two?"

"Yes." The doctor confirmed with a smile.

"They’re identical twins, they will look and behave exactly alike after birth."

Vivi Sterling finally came back to her senses.

She was overwhelmed by a huge surprise, and in the next moment, she shouted toward the door.

"Hugh Whitman!"

"Hugh Whitman!"

Outside the door, Hugh Whitman thought something big had occurred and rushed in briskly.

"What happened?"

Vivi Sterling excitedly pointed at the black and white screen, her voice filled with unstoppable excitement.

"Look quickly! They’re twins! I’m having two!"

She turned her head, her bright eyes gazing at him, boldly saying,

"When they’re born, I’ll give you one!"

Hugh Whitman joyfully held her cold little hand tightly, his gaze locked onto those two tiny black dots on the screen, the heat in his eyes was nearly melting.

The doctor, seeing how loving the couple was, considerately turned on the instrument’s sound.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The strong and powerful heartbeat sound clearly echoed in the quiet examination room.

Vivi Sterling listened to the wondrous sounds, her eyes turned red.

She turned her head and saw Hugh Whitman’s eyes were also red...

In the afternoon, when Stella Grant returned to the Whitman Family, Mrs. Whitman had already arranged everything.

The nutritionist and childcare expert were waiting.

In the kitchen, a specially simmered soup gave off a rich aroma; however, this time Mrs. Whitman made two pots.

Although Vivi Sterling wasn’t well-liked, after all, she was Sierra’s elder sister, and now pregnant, she couldn’t ignore it.

Stella Grant was not in good spirits, drank the soup, and then returned to her room to rest.

Tossing and turning on the bed, she couldn’t fall asleep.

She simply sat up, her mind full of Aiden Fordham’s words.

This child, he doesn’t want.

How could he not want it?

How could he not want it!

Wasn’t he the one pestering her before about having a child? And now he suddenly doesn’t want it?

Such an asshole.

Stella Grant touched her still flat belly, her fingertips slightly trembling.

She said softly, "Don’t worry, mommy won’t give up on you."

During dinner, the dining hall was lively.

Vivi Sterling and Hugh Whitman were back.

As soon as she entered, she excitedly announced, "I’m having twins!"

In an instant, everyone was in a frenzy.

Mrs. Whitman’s smile deepened several layers.

Claire even ran over directly, carefully touching Vivi Sterling’s belly, then pressed her ear to it, wanting to hear some movement inside, her little face flushed with excitement.

At the table, there was only one person missing.

Aiden Fordham had not returned, not even called.

After dinner, Stella Grant and Vivi Sterling strolled in the garden to aid digestion.

The evening breeze carries a floral fragrance but can’t dispel the annoyance in Stella Grant’s heart.

As she listened to Vivi Sterling recount her dangerous experience at the mall today, her heart was terrified.

"It’s too risky; we will return to Meritopia tomorrow."

She made a prompt decision; staying here who knows what trouble might occur.

Vivi Sterling noticed her unusual emotions and cautiously probed.

"Did you argue with Aiden Fordham?"

Stella Grant stopped her pace, turned to look at her, her eyes full of grievance and sadness.

"He said he doesn’t want this child."

"What?"

Vivi Sterling’s eyes widened instantly.

"Is he crazy? He doesn’t want his own child? What kind of baffling human behavior is this?"

She was outraged and spoke without thinking.

"Look at Hugh Whitman, for the sake of the child, he clings shamelessly!"

Standing in the corridor not far away, Hugh Whitman was ready to come over, but hearing this sentence, his steps ceased.

He touched his nose, his lips curled into a helpless arc.

Clinging shamelessly, indeed... a bit.

Vivi Sterling was still fuming.

"Don’t be sad; you now have a brother, what are you afraid of! Let Hugh Whitman break his dog’s leg!"

She grew more enthusiastic as she spoke and gestured.

"Break his third leg! Let’s see how he flaunts in the future!"

"Pfft."

Stella Grant finally laughed, the cotton ball blocking her heart seemed to ease slightly.

Vivi Sterling took the opportunity to put an arm around her shoulders and sighed with feeling.

"This life is really strange, back then, my mom was quite insistent on grooming you to become my sister-in-law. But now, seems like the chance of me becoming your sister-in-law is higher."

Stella Grant paused, turned her head, and looked at her seriously.

"Vivi, have you fallen for Hugh Whitman?"

"Young Master." The butler came out of the house and respectfully spoke, "Master asks you to go to the study."

Hugh Whitman replied before turning back, the two girls were already walking away hand in hand.

In the night, only their intimate figures could be seen.

What the hell!

What is her answer after all?

Late into the night.

Stella Grant lay in bed, unable to sleep, feeling a bit thirsty.

She prepared to go downstairs for a glass of water, opened the door, and saw a figure standing at the entrance.

Aiden Fordham was standing at the door...