CHAPTER 144: CHAPTER 144: STELLA GRANT’S MYSTERIOUS ORIGINS

Bang Bang Bang——

Keegan Lindsey’s hand was red from knocking.

The door trembled with a buzzing sound, but inside was dead silent.

Telling Madam about President Fordham’s poisoning couldn’t be delayed any longer today.

President Fordham, he didn’t have much time left.

This shocking news could only be shouldered by Madam, and perhaps, there might be a sliver of hope.

"Madam! Open the door!"

Keegan Lindsey roared, his voice almost hoarse.

No one responded.

His heart sank as an ominous feeling crept up.

"Go, get the spare key!" Keegan Lindsey turned and shouted at the maid nearby.

The maid scrambled to fetch the key.

"Click."

The door opened, and Keegan Lindsey dashed in.

The bedroom was dark, with the curtains tightly closed.

Stella Grant was curled up in the corner of the bed, a small bundle like an abandoned kitten.

As he approached, his heart pounded like a drum.

"Madam?"

Stella remained motionless.

Keegan Lindsey reached out and gently touched her forehead.

Scorching!

He was so startled he almost pulled his hand back; the temperature could fry an egg!

Her face was as pale as paper, lips cracked and peeling, and beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, some already solidified, sticking strands of hair together.

"Quick! Call the doctor!" Keegan Lindsey’s voice changed pitch, "Fetch the doctor from President Fordham’s room! Hurry!"

He was completely numb now.

While President Fordham’s life was still uncertain, how did Madam also collapse?

What kind of situation is this!

The doctor who was attending to Aiden Fordham rushed over, panting heavily.

Checking the temperature.

"Hiss—41.3 degrees!" The doctor gasped.

"High fever, acute pneumonia is likely, quickly administer fever-reducing shots, start antibiotics!"

The cold needle pierced the skin, and Stella just furrowed her brows slightly, showing no signs of waking up.

Keegan Lindsey was frantic like an ant on a hot pan, pacing the room.

What to do?

Heavens, his small frame can’t take this, quickly let President Fordham and Madam get better.

The night deepened.

After eight in the evening, Aiden Fordham slowly woke up, his mind a bit blank, forgetting the incident of pushing someone into the pool.

He only remembered that she came back, bearing red marks, and he was very angry!

The doctor who had been by his side heaved a sigh of relief, only to hear his hoarse voice ask, "Where’s my wife?"

"President Fordham, you just woke up, your body..."

"I asked you, where’s my wife!" Aiden Fordham’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

He leaned on the bed rail, intending to get up, his deep eyes sharp as a hawk.

The doctor dared not hide, "Madam... Madam has a high fever that hasn’t subsided, she’s in the next room."

Aiden Fordham’s heart sank abruptly.

He threw off the quilt, ignoring the doctor’s protest, and staggered out of bed.

His legs were still weak, but he couldn’t care less.

He rushed into Stella Grant’s room.

The people in the room were silent as mice upon his entrance.

The girl on the bed had a flushed face, muttering incessantly.

"Water... No... So cold..."

"Don’t touch me... Go away..."

Her body jerked suddenly, as if greatly frightened, the occasional convulsions made Aiden Fordham’s heart wrench.

His mind roared, how could this happen?

At that moment, Keegan Lindsey entered with medicine and water, the small pill already ground into powder.

"President Fordham, you... are awake?"

"How could this happen, wasn’t she fine when she came back? Was it because of the rain?" Aiden Fordham’s eyes were cold, questioning Keegan Lindsey.

Keegan Lindsey’s mind went blank!

President Fordham, actually forgot... that part.

He tentatively asked, "President Fordham, do you... remember that... swimming pool behind the villa?"

"In such cold weather, she went swimming?" His tone was questioning, "Isn’t she afraid of water? Why wasn’t she looked after?"

Keegan Lindsey’s throat was choked with a rush of air, unable to utter a word.

The neurotoxin was so potent, President Fordham, won’t you forget even me one day?

"Everyone out!"

Aiden Fordham emitted an intimidating low pressure, his voice cold and devoid of warmth.

Everyone dared not protest, filing out, and the room quickly fell silent.

Aiden Fordham approached the bed and sat down slowly.

He reached out, his actions inconceivably gentle, cradling her carefully in his arms.

Her body was astonishingly hot, yet slightly trembling.

"Stella, be good, take your medicine."

He took the medicine powder, mixed it in a small bowl, his voice unprecedentedly soft.

Stella was in a daze, unable to swallow.

The medicine mixed with water dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Aiden Fordham, not annoyed, wiped the moisture from her lips with his thumb, and fed her again.

Once, twice...

Finally, he managed to feed all the medicine.

He fetched a basin of warm water, adding some alcohol.

He undid her pajama buttons, revealing a large area of delicate skin.

His gaze fell on the faint red marks on her neck, and his heart shattered.

He dared not think about what happened that night, it was not her fault, no matter what!

The damned Andy Lockwood, one day, he must personally deal with him.

The man’s slender fingers meticulously wiped her forehead, neck, armpits, palms, and soles with a damp towel...

Night deepens, and the night in Mardale appears tranquil, yet it is filled with blood and carnage.

At the border line, the rich area and the poor area clash again, Mr. West’s henchmen directly killed four poor people.

Zane Zimmerman personally led a team, tearing apart those ruthless dogs.

Unfortunately, he got stabbed in the back, and his blood flowed wildly. By the time he returned home, the doctor rushed to the second bedroom.

Vivi Sterling watched everyone looking panic-stricken. When she walked into the second bedroom, she saw the doctor stitching Zane Zimmerman.

She looked at the 20cm wound with the flesh turned outward, gasping in fear.

Yet Zane Zimmerman endured the pain, clenching his fists, still trembling from pain.

"Why aren’t you using anesthetics?" Vivi Sterling shouted, about to walk over.

"Get out." Zane Zimmerman commanded, not wanting her to see such a bloody scene, "Take her away."

The subordinates quickly stepped forward, persuaded softly, "Miss Sterling, please step outside."

Then they lowered their voice and said, "The master has a genetic disorder, allergic to anesthetics, can’t use it!"

"Buzz," Vivi Sterling’s mind exploded.

He also... genetic disorder, allergic to anesthetics? Exactly like Stella, could it be...

She wanted to tell Stella immediately.

Meanwhile, Stella Grant only began to recover from her high fever late in the night.

Her breathing gradually became steady.

Aiden Fordham exhaled deeply, feeling almost exhausted.

He didn’t leave, just lay beside her in his clothes, tightly holding her soft little hand, afraid that once he let go, she would disappear.

He gazed at her pale yet peaceful sleeping face, feeling heartbroken!

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps.

Stella Grant’s eyelashes trembled, slowly opening her eyes, her vision becoming clear.

A handsome face enlarged, right next to her.

It was Aiden Fordham!

Why is he here? Holding her hand!

The humiliating, cold, suffocating memories flooded back like a tide.

In one angry "whoosh," it reached the top of her head.

"Aiden Fordham!" She gritted her teeth, using all her strength, lifted her foot...

Thud! A dull sound.

Aiden Fordham, caught off guard, was kicked right off!

Aiden Fordham’s eyes opened wide in shock, frowning, his face a bit blank.

"Stella? What’s wrong, feeling hungry?"

He looked at the angry little face on the bed, tentatively beginning to speak, his voice hoarse from sleep.

Feeling a bit innocent.

He moved closer, wanting to reach out and feel her forehead.

Just as his hand reached out.

"Smack!"

Stella Grant fiercely slapped his hand away, instantly leaving a red mark on the hand.

"Aiden Fordham, get out!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, filled with undisguised anger and grievance.

Aiden Fordham was completely awake, his eyebrows tightly knitted, his face baffled.

This little girl, holding a grudge against him?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the impatience in his heart, softening his voice.

"Stella, I’m sorry, it was my fault for not taking good care of you, allowing you to be abducted."

"From now on, I’ll stick by your side, won’t let anything happen to you again."

Stella Grant stared at him, her chest heaving furiously.

His loving and guilty demeanor made her feel sick!

"Aiden Fordham, are you still pretending to be oblivious?" Her voice trembled, "Don’t you remember what you did yesterday?"

He tried hard to recall.

Yesterday... he went to rescue her, then?

"Knock knock knock."

The abrupt knocking sound, Keegan Lindsey cracked open the door, peeking inside.

"President Fordham, ma’am, breakfast..."

Before he finished, he was choked by the tense atmosphere in the room.

Oh my god, it’s like they’re going to tear the house down? Keegan Lindsey screamed internally that it’s not looking good.

Stella Grant looked at Keegan Lindsey as though seeing her savior, immediately turning her firepower on Keegan Lindsey.

"Keegan Lindsey, you’re just in time! Help him recall all the great things he did yesterday!"

She shouted until her voice was almost breaking.

Keegan Lindsey felt his scalp numbing, feeling like a sandwich, neither side pleased.

Aiden Fordham still looked at him with the same innocent expression of "What did I do wrong?".

Cold sweat appeared on Keegan Lindsey’s forehead, stuttering for a while before squeezing out a sentence.

"Ma’am, President Fordham... President Fordham knows he was wrong."

He said sheepishly.

"Last night, he stayed here all night, not leaving you for a step. You’re... you’re angry."

After speaking, Keegan Lindsey quickly stepped forward, grabbing Aiden Fordham’s arm, pulling him out of the room.

Aiden Fordham shook him off, his eyes deep, "Keegan Lindsey, you’re getting bold?"

Keegan Lindsey had a sudden thought, "President Fordham, how about we make another cake for ma’am? She praised your last one, said the quality rivals that of a cake shop!"

He paused, adding strength, "I wanted a piece, watched for a long time, but she didn’t give any."

Upon hearing this, Aiden Fordham’s brows relaxed, striding toward downstairs.

Walking with an air of wind, maintaining his usual distance and nobility.

Keegan Lindsey sighed, finally being coaxed again, yet disrupted, the day’s events almost crush him!

Really missing Meritopia now.

Meanwhile, Meritopia was not peaceful, visitors from The Imperial Capital arrived.

From some source, The Imperial Capital’s most powerful Whitman Family sent someone to Meritopia’s prison, finding Helen Warren.

A lady dressed in a white suit sat opposite Helen Warren, trembling as she took out a photo of a 6-year-old girl, asking excitedly,

"I heard you once adopted... a girl, is it... her?"

Helen Warren glanced at the photo, her heart startled, "This is my daughter."

The lady became excited, quickly asked, "Where is my Sierra, my Sierra now?"

Helen Warren’s eyes flared, promptly replied, "Then you, get me out, I’ll take you to find her."

The lady gave a signal, and the team of lawyers behind her came in.