CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: RECUPERATING AT COLDSTREAM MANOR

Twenty minutes later, the helicopter landed steadily at Coldstream Manor.

It’s only twenty kilometers from Downtown Meritopia, with clear mountains and water, and a wide view.

It’s also very convenient for Aiden Fordham to return to the company to handle business matters.

This was a mountain he bought in his early years, originally planned to be developed into a top-class resort.

Later, when his grandfather’s health declined, he had the manor built here, nestled by the mountain and water.

Inside, there’s a meticulously maintained exotic garden, an organic orchard, and even a horse track, exuding tranquility and luxury everywhere.

Unfortunately, the old man was nostalgic and couldn’t get used to living here, preferring to stay in the old house.

Thus, this vast manor has remained empty.

The cabin door swung open with a "whoosh".

Aiden Fordham leaned over, his slender fingers unfastening the seatbelt over Stella Grant.

He wrapped an arm around her to pick her up.

Stella Grant abruptly pushed him away, her tone stiff: "I can walk myself!"

Aiden Fordham raised an eyebrow, not saying anything, just looking at her like that.

Stella Grant bit her lip, struggling to stand up.

As her right ankle hit the ground, a stabbing pain surged through her, and her body softened, uncontrollably lunging forward!

With quick reflexes, Aiden Fordham extended his long arm, steadily catching her in his embrace.

He lowered his head, a playful curve lifting the corners of his lips: "Oh? So you intended to throw yourself into my arms?"

His warm breath brushed against her ear.

Stella Grant’s face immediately flushed red with anger and irritation.

"Let go! Let Assistant Lindsey help me!"

Keegan Lindsey, standing by, stretched his neck silently, just about to step forward.

But upon meeting Aiden Fordham’s icy gaze, he immediately backed off, plastering a standard professional smile on his face:

"Ma’am, unfortunately, I injured my wrist moving things yesterday and can’t exert any strength. This lifting task is best left to President Fordham. I’ll clear the way for you!"

Aiden Fordham disregarded her struggles, lifting her horizontally, striding off the helicopter, and heading straight towards the main villa.

At the villa entrance, the servants had already received the news, lining up respectfully in two rows, heads bowed.

"Good sir! Good ma’am!" The orderly chorus echoed in the spacious courtyard.

Stella Grant felt slightly uncomfortable with this display, her lips moved, but she swallowed back her words.

Forget it, there’s nothing worth saying to this wretched man.

Aiden Fordham carried her, unimpeded, directly upstairs into an astonishingly large bedroom.

He gently laid her down on the soft, large bed.

Stella Grant glared at him displeased, "Aiden Fordham, do you intend to imprison me? I want to stay at my apartment!"

"The environment here is great for recovering. Once you can get up and run by yourself, I’ll take you back."

Three months for bones to heal!

"No way, that’s too long!" Stella Grant thought for a moment, "I’ll stay here for a few days at most and decide when I want to return!"

She indeed had to avoid the Chris Family for a while, at least until the summit was smoothly over.

It seemed she wouldn’t be attending the summit after all.

Aiden Fordham nodded to avoid provoking her further, "Alright!"

He turned to grab a set of brand-new cotton home wear from the closet.

He placed the clothes beside her hand, his voice low: "Can you change on your own?"

After a pause, he added, "Or I can call a servant to help you."

Stella Grant immediately clutched the clothes tightly, looking at him warily: "I can do it!"

Aiden Fordham gave her a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

But he didn’t go far, simply leaned against the wall outside, waiting quietly.

Inside, it was silent.

Suddenly, the quiet broke with a crisp "bang!"

Aiden Fordham’s expression shifted slightly, and he rushed in, pushing the door open!

He was momentarily stunned by the sight.

Stella Grant had changed into the beige home wear, standing on one foot, somewhat awkwardly hopping out from the bathroom door.

On the floor, a glass cup lay shattered into pieces.

Seeing him rush in, an embarrassed flush crossed her face, and she muttered a small explanation:

"Um... I just accidentally knocked something over."

Aiden Fordham’s tense demeanor relaxed, taking a few strides forward, he unhesitatingly lifted her once more.

"Clumsy," he murmured, holding her as he turned to head downstairs.

Downstairs, a sumptuous breakfast spread was already set out, a blend of both Western and Eastern cuisine.

A servant carried a bowl of chicken soup over, "Ma’am, this is broth specially ordered for you by Young Master."

Stella Grant’s expression darkened instantly, saying nothing.

Aiden Fordham waved his hand, signaling the servant to step back.

"What happened before will never happen again. The people here are clean; all personally selected by Keegan. If there’s an issue, I’ll personally take his head!"

Keegan Lindsey: I have reason to believe you envy my good-looking head.

Aiden Fordham already knew about the incident at The Sovereign Estate, Melody Jewel’s improper actions causing her troubles.

He would not let the same thing happen a second time.

Moreover, the security here is top-notch; not even a fly could escape the electric net.

Stella Grant sipped a few mouthfuls of meat congee, wanting nothing more to say.

Feeling stifled inside!

Aiden Fordham placed a glass of milk in front of her, "You eat too little; maybe drink some milk to supplement your nutrition."

Stella Grant cast him a cold glance, setting down the spoon.

Just then, Keegan Lindsey entered with two doctors, followed by two young nurses.

"President Fordham, this is Dr. Lockwood for treating the lady’s wounds and Nutritionist Dr. Donovan, responsible for her dietary care."

Stella Grant spoke first, "Assistant Lindsey, please address me as Miss Grant from now on."

Keegan Lindsey: "...."

If I have to call her Miss Grant, will my head still be intact?

Aiden Fordham said, "It’s just a form of address; whatever you prefer is fine!"

What a double standard!

Keegan Lindsey quickly spoke, "In the future, everyone should take good care of Miss Grant!"

"Yes!" The servants responded in unison!

Stella Grant gestured to Dr. Donovan, "Can you help me back to my room?"

Donna Donovan quickly reached out to support her, "Of course, I’ll help you, take it slow."

Donna Donovan slipped Stella’s right arm over her shoulder, wrapping her left around Stella Grant’s waist, helping her hop step by step up the stairs.

Seeing this, Aiden Fordham’s face darkened completely.

Keegan Lindsey inwardly screamed; he should’ve known better than to hire a female doctor.

He snatched his boss’s job away!

As they walked, Donna Donovan asked, "Miss Grant, is there anything you particularly like or dislike to eat, so I can customize your menu to your preferences."

Stella Grant calmly replied, "I’m not picky, but I’m allergic to milk!"

Upon hearing this, Aiden Fordham’s face turned so dark it could drip ink.

This Quentin Lockwood, what kind of investigation did he do, missing such a crucial detail?

Looks like he’s not fond of having his head either!

Quentin Lockwood: Why do I feel a chill around my neck?

Keegan Lindsey: Oh, Quentin, take heart; aren’t you afraid the boss will call the author to write you out?

Keegan Lindsey promptly instructed the butler, "Miss Grant... ahem, the ma’am is allergic to milk, so be sure to attend to this detail. Do not serve any dishes containing milk from now on."

Having said that, he swiftly pulled out his tablet, writing a note.

Aiden Fordham suddenly thought of the camera and headed to the study, with Keegan Lindsey hastily following.

In the study, Aiden Fordham tapped his slender fingers a few times, and the [video footage] instantly filled the screen.