CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24: THEIR FAREWELL

Yes!

Unfortunately... it’s gone!

Stella Grant felt a lump in her throat!

But she ultimately didn’t say anything about it. What good would it do to say it anyway?

Would he really "avenge" the child?

Judging by his behavior, it seemed like the drugging incident wasn’t related to him!

As the dignified president of The Fordham Group, no matter what, he wouldn’t stoop to plot against her pregnancy!

Stella Grant’s eyes turned red, but she pretended to be relaxed as she said:

"Aiden Fordham, what makes you think I would have a child for you? Do you think all the good men in the world are dead?"

He curled his lips into a cold smile, "Since we share the same understanding, there’s no need to argue on this point."

I know Grandpa can’t accept Corinne in such a short time. I don’t need you to do anything, just don’t..."

Add insult to injury!

So, he came to plead on behalf of his beloved!

"President Fordham, you clearly overestimate me. I don’t have the habit of competing with another woman. As long as she behaves, nobody wants to provoke her."

Stella Grant glared at him, her tone unwavering.

"It’s good that you think that way!"

Aiden Fordham breathed a sigh of relief. Why did he feel somewhat... uncomfortable in front of her at this moment?

"President Fordham, it’s late. You should leave now!" Stella Grant issued another eviction order.

However, Aiden Fordham showed no intention of leaving!

He irritably reached out to loosen his tie, exposing a small part of his firm chest.

In a commanding tone, he said, "I’m hungry! Make me something to eat."

This was the first time in three years he made such a request to her.

Stella Grant was taken aback, a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Then, she reverted back to her cold demeanor.

"There’s not much food here. If you don’t mind, I can make you some noodles."

"Okay."

He was sparing with words.

Stella Grant said nothing more, turning around to walk into the kitchen.

Aiden Fordham walked to the balcony.

The night breeze, filled with the city’s hustle and bustle, swept over him.

In the distance, the Fordham Tower’s neon lights flickered in the night, piercing into the heart of the city like a sharp sword.

His gaze fixed on a particular spot in the building.

From this angle, he could just see the location of his office.

Unfortunately, she would probably never know which floor, which position.

She had never been to his company, not even once.

These three years, she seemed never to have genuinely entered his world.

Yet, it also seemed like he had never opened the door for her.

His eyes became quite complex, carrying irritation, inquiry, and a hint of... regret that he hadn’t even realized.

About ten minutes later.

Stella Grant came out with a white porcelain bowl.

The bowl held simple noodle soup with some greens, topped with a golden fried egg, and garnished with a few strands of fine chicken shreds.

It looked simple, yet surprisingly... enticing.

"Looks good."

Aiden Fordham gave a dull compliment, walking over to sit at the dining table.

He picked up chopsticks and brought a small portion of noodles to his mouth.

The flavor was unexpectedly just right, neither salty nor bland.

The noodles were chewy, and the broth was light.

Perhaps really hungry, he ate quickly, but his actions remained well-mannered, exuding innate elegance.

Stella Grant stood not far away, quietly watching him.

Watching him eat noodles with his head down, her vision suddenly became blurry.

She was suddenly reminded, back during her studies in F-Country, she often did the same, hiding in a library corner or looking through the cafe’s window, secretly watching him eat.

Back then, he was two years her senior, a much-admired academic star surrounded by all sorts of beautiful girls.

And she was just the most inconspicuous one in the crowd.

Her eyes turned red beyond control.

Quickly, he finished the small bowl of noodles, leaving barely any broth behind.

Aiden Fordham put down the chopsticks and dabbed his mouth with a napkin.

This was the only dinner she had ever made for him as his wife.

He had tasted it!

He looked up at her, his face expressionless.

"Come to the office tomorrow at ten to sign the agreement."

"Also, I’ll give you three hundred million."

"Consider it compensation for these three years! The villa you used to live in will also be transferred to your name; you don’t have to stay in this small place."

His tone was as calm as if discussing a business transaction.

Although she had previously stated she wanted nothing after the divorce.

Yet he... didn’t want to owe her anything!

Stella Grant’s fingers at her side curled slightly, her nails nearly digging into her palm.

She lifted her chin, her face still cold.

"Thank you, President Fordham!"

Finally, he opened the door and left.

In the air, besides the faint scent of cologne, it felt as though he had never been there.

As the door closed, Stella Grant seemed to lose all her strength, slowly sliding down to the floor.

Under the light, her eyes were strikingly red.

She finally understood his purpose for coming tonight.

It was... to say goodbye!

Three years.

Three hundred million! Compensation?

In fact, he didn’t need to give anything!

Twelve years, she was finally coming to a stop!

What she owed him, she had finally repaid in full!

The next day, at nine fifty.

When Stella Grant stepped into the revolving glass door of Fordham Tower, the sunlight had just pierced the clouds, yet it didn’t bring her any warmth.

Keegan Lindsey was already waiting in the lobby, looking every bit the elite assistant, with an impeccable professional smile.

"This way, ma’am!"

There was no expected melodramatic interrogation by the reception, no unnecessary scrutiny. Keegan Lindsey directly led her to an elevator that looked quite different from the rest.

The sound of the "Elevator in operation" prompt was deep and pleasing to the ear.

Inside, the space was spacious, and after pressing the top-floor button, the elevator silently ascended swiftly.

The seventy-ninth floor.

When the number stopped changing, the elevator door slid open.

She was greeted by an excessively open space, passing by the president’s office, a cursory glance revealed he had six secretaries, five men and one woman.

At the door to the president’s office, Keegan Lindsey used a card to open the door.

Upon entering, the interior design was minimalist yet exuded nobility in every detail. The air was filled with a crisp, light fragrance that was indescribable yet reassuring, or perhaps... aloof.

"Ma’am, President Fordham is still in a meeting, which will end in about ten minutes," Keegan’s voice was steady, "Please have a seat, here is the agreement you can look over first."

Stella Grant nodded, taking the not-so-thick file.

She walked over to the sofa, placed the file on the coffee table, opened it, and directly found the place for her signature on the last page.

The pen tip glided across the paper, leaving her name.

Decisively, without a hint of hesitation.

She didn’t even look at the clauses, as the outcome would be the same, wouldn’t it?

Holding the signed agreement, she didn’t give it back to Keegan Lindsey.

A slight flicker of surprise crossed Keegan’s eyes, but he quickly regained composure, "Ma’am, I’ll go get you a cup of coffee. The president will be over shortly; see if he has anything else to add."

"Thank you." Her voice was very soft.

Keegan turned and left, leaving her alone in the office.