CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108: SHE AND D AMAZE THE WORLD

On the road, inside another speeding sedan, Steven Fordham stared at the live stream on his phone, shocked to the point of being speechless for a long while.

That girl... is actually God N?

His granddaughter-in-law of the Fordham Family, is actually the mysterious, revered by countless people, God N?!

"Hurry, faster, even faster!"

Up on the press conference stage, Stella Grant ignored the commotion below and continued her brilliant speech:

"Soon, cancer will no longer be humanity’s worst enemy. D will ignite the hope of life for more cancer patients struggling in despair."

"What’s more, I’ve also programmed my unique aromatic therapy method into the system."

"Most importantly, aromatic therapy won’t cost patients a fortune. D’s goal is to make sure every ordinary family has access to diagnosis and treatment!"

Another round of applause burst out—now, with God N behind it, D wasn’t just a product, but had become the light of hope for all humankind!

"At the same time, Bluebird Technologies and The Fordham Group will jointly establish a multi-billion cancer fund, to provide humanitarian aid for families of cancer patients in financial difficulty!"

As soon as she finished speaking, yet another thunderous round of applause erupted, lasting on and on.

Aiden Fordham felt that the woman on stage shone with light—she was the light of his life!

His whole body still shook uncontrollably, from the ultimate excitement and pride.

Ezra Jacobs was right beside him, his face flushed with admiration and awe, totally unrestrained, "God N! Savior of mankind is the name she deserves! The Fordham Group is truly lucky to have her back us at this critical moment!"

Damian Hawthorne still couldn’t believe it; he bumped Aiden’s arm, lowering his voice, "No way! Stella Grant is really God N? This is insane! Aiden, these past three years, you’ve been walking with a god!"

Aiden ignored him, his gaze locked onto that beautiful silhouette.

Only now did he truly understand what she said yesterday: When God closes a door for you, He will surely open a window!

His eyes suddenly reddened—his goddess was saving him!

He was grateful, so grateful he hadn’t given up on D at the final moment!

Just then, D on stage suddenly shouted out, voice full of delight:

"Upgrade complete! Master, I’m upgraded! Hug me! Pet me!"

As it shouted, it waddled over to Stella Grant, tiny legs scuttling and its round body wobbling.

That adorably clumsy appearance instantly broke the tense, solemn atmosphere, making the whole crowd laugh.

Under the spotlight, Stella Grant’s cool but soothing voice rang throughout the venue via microphone.

"Don’t be naughty. I’ll hug you later."

She bent slightly, coaxing like an unruly child, her eyes unintentionally swept toward Aiden Fordham’s direction.

Below, Aiden’s heart skipped a beat—she was looking at him?!

Stella Grant quickly switched back to the main topic.

"Now, I’d like to do a live test of the cancer diagnostic and treatment system."

"Are there any volunteers here?"

As soon as she spoke—

Whoosh—

The entire room raised their arms, packed together like a forest thirsting for rain.

The hall was already three-quarters full, and people still kept pouring in, enthusiasm practically blowing the roof off.

Stella Grant’s gaze swept the crowd; finally, she picked a girl who looked to be about twenty.

The young woman was so excited her face was crimson, nearly jogging onto the stage.

Stella Grant signaled to D.

D extended its slender robotic arm and took a drop of blood from the girl’s fingertip.

Then a gentle beam projected from D, scanning the girl’s whole body.

Seconds later, the large screen displayed the result: Early-stage breast cancer.

"Retrieving treatment plan..." the electronic voice prompted.

Soon, the screen showed several complex equations and a personalized medication and treatment plan.

Stella Grant spoke: "This is your treatment protocol. If you have any questions, please contact the Fordham Intelligent Therapy team."

The young woman stared at the screen, stunned—then tears gushed down in streams.

With a thud, she knelt on the spot, "Boohoo... God N! Thank you, God N, for saving my life!"

She sobbed uncontrollably.

"I was diagnosed with breast cancer three months ago. The doctor said... said I needed surgery and chemotherapy right away, but I was always afraid..."

Stella Grant hurried to help her up, her voice gentle: "It’s okay. Everything will get better."

She signaled the staff to help the young woman down to rest.

Aiden Fordham sat below, looking at the poised yet radiant woman on stage, his eyes damp.

What kind of luck had he accumulated in his last life to have a woman like this by his side?

Elsewhere, in a high-end studio downtown, a famous media outlet was doing a special interview with Corinne Kensington.

The host was asking her about future plans! Would she go overseas?

Suddenly, her assistant burst in, flustered, ignoring the live cameras, leaning in to whisper urgently in her ear.

"Quick! Big things are happening at the Fordham Group! God N is making a speech! The station manager wants everyone heading there now."

Corinne Kensington’s perfect smile froze.

The host was stunned as well.

The three dropped everything, hauling gear as they ran out.

Corinne hurriedly pulled out her phone. God N is at the Fordham Group?

She opened the number-one trending live stream and saw that all-too-familiar, jealousy-inducing silhouette—Stella Grant. Then, noticing the upper-right corner, with over 300 million viewers, her face turned ghostly pale.

No way!

Absolutely impossible!

How could Stella Grant be God N?! The one rejected by Aiden, the one Corinne always thought was useless?

Back at the event, Stella Grant’s voice rang out again, clear and strong.

"Perhaps many still have questions about the treatment protocol. Now, I’d like to invite two patients whom I personally treated to show you their current condition."

Under the spotlight, a vigorous elderly figure made his way down.

Elder Fordham walked steadily, not even needing support.

The room collectively gasped.

On the big screen, his lung cancer report from three years ago was displayed, the shadows shocking in severity.

Immediately following, his current lung CT scans—spotless, healthier than many young people.

Elder Fordham picked up the microphone, his voice booming.

"Hello everyone! I’m sure you all recognize this old face."

Good-natured laughter echoed from the crowd.

"Three years ago, I thought I’d be reporting to the Grim Reaper, but wonder of wonders, my late-stage lung cancer was cured!"

He paused, looking at Stella Grant, with affection and a hint of guilt.

"Turns out it was you, lass, who treated me! No wonder you kept coaxing me to eat all those weird things—I even lost my temper at you."

"Lass, you’ve had it rough."

Aiden Fordham, sitting below, was once again so shocked he nearly couldn’t stand.

Grandpa’s lung cancer... she cured it?

He’d puzzled over this endlessly—the incurable illness defeated so quietly!

He thought of all his misunderstandings and hurts toward her, even suspecting she’d stolen D’s data, and his heart twisted painfully.

"Grandpa, please return to your seat," Stella Grant gently said.

Keegan Lindsey hurried forward, helping Elder Fordham off the stage.

As soon as Elder Fordham sat beside Aiden, he shot him a look, huffed, then said smugly, "This kind of wife, boy, you were never destined for. Doesn’t matter if you want to divorce, it’s not your call anymore!"

Aiden’s face instantly darkened, a wave of inexplicable panic rising inside.

He wanted to protest, but his throat was dry—he couldn’t say a word.

On stage, Stella Grant announced again: "Next, let’s welcome another patient."

The lights came on again, the elegant Vivi Sterling helping a regal elderly lady onto the stage.

It was The Hawthorne Matriarch!

Aiden’s pupils contracted sharply—he was overwhelmed once more.

Damian Hawthorne sprang up in excitement, crying out, "Grandma?!"

"When did God N treat my grandma? She’s never even set foot in the Hawthorne Family!" He was totally incredulous.

Stella Grant, on stage, pulled up The Hawthorne Matriarch’s medical records.

"The Hawthorne Matriarch had stage-two lung cancer. After a month of treatment, her cancer cells are basically gone; she’s recovering now and, with proper care, can make a full recovery."

She explained in detail how the Matriarch’s cancer has cleared from the earlier stage, with all indicators now trending normal.

Another thunderous round of applause rocked the venue—at this point, staff had stopped letting in more people: there wasn’t an empty seat left.

The Matriarch bowed deeply to Stella Grant, eyes shining with gratitude, "I thank you, Miss Grant, for saving these old bones of mine."

She paused, then suddenly switched focus, looking boldly toward Aiden Fordham. She declared loudly:

"That Fordham boy isn’t good enough for you! My grandson, Damian, why don’t you try him!"

For a split second, the crowd went silent—then burst into even bigger gossip and debate.

Stella Grant’s cheeks flushed slightly, "Please help Grandma down to rest."

Aiden Fordham’s face instantly went green.

Damian Hawthorne’s face also went green.

Try him? What am I, fruit at a market?! Damian screamed inside.

Aiden gritted his teeth. Try him? If he dares, I’ll break him!

Elder Fordham, desperate, roared out, "You old witch! You seriously have the nerve to snatch someone on stage!"

He started to rush toward the stage.

Aiden held him back firmly, his gaze unwavering and voice low but unyielding: "She can’t steal her."

And then added, "No one can!"

This Fordham Group event was truly one for the ages.

The venue had long overflowed, and global viewership across three live platforms shot straight to 700 million!

Online, discussion about "God N", "Fordham Intelligent D", and "Conquering Cancer" went viral, dominating every media outlet.

The press conference ended on a high, with excitement so frenzied as to nearly spiral out of control—

Now, there wasn’t a soul anywhere who didn’t know the Fordham Group’s D could treat cancer.

The Fordham Group’s sales office phones were blown up; global orders avalanched in like snow!

After it was over, Stella Grant had just stepped offstage when she was immediately surrounded by media and staff.

She stood right there in the sea of flashing lights, dazzling and radiant.

Every move tugged at Aiden Fordham’s heart.

He couldn’t wait to go to her—before, he’d launch himself up and kiss her, possessive and bold.

But now, he found himself without even the courage to reach out and touch her.

She was the spider lily blooming in hell; the goddess revered by all; the light he dared not profane.

Sacred and untouchable.

He stood outside the crowd, gazing at her, his heart aching and burning all at once.

Just then, Keegan Lindsey strode over, his expression grave, "President Fordham, Andy Lockwood is here—with lots of people."

Aiden Fordham withdrew his gaze from Stella Grant, eyes sharp as he scanned toward the entrance.

He spared one last look for Stella Grant, surrounded by the crowd, then told Keegan coolly, "Send more people. Protect her well."

With that, he straightened his suit, strode out.

Andy Lockwood dares to come to my turf and snatch her?