CHAPTER 150: CHAPTER 150: THE DOCTOR TEAM PROVIDING SUPPORT HAS ARRIVED

Her eyes were wet, and after a long silence, she replied, "Aiden Fordham, I’ll give you an answer on your birthday."

He was stunned for a moment, the disappointment in his eyes impossible to hide.

"Alright." He nodded.

He knew she hoped he could get past this barrier.

But he wasn’t sure if he was lucky enough to truly wait for that day.

"Aiden Fordham, you will definitely be able to wait for that day." Her tone carried certainty, "Promise me, don’t give up."

Her voice was gentle, yet carried a resilient strength.

"I’ll try my best!" His voice was hoarse, his icy eyes flickering with white light.

Gently letting go of her hand, he turned to walk toward the main house, looking too disheveled at the moment.

Or perhaps, he just wanted to escape this place, hide where she couldn’t see him.

Stella Grant wiped the blood on her hand with a tissue, then forked a piece of cake into her mouth, chewed it—bitter... but she swallowed it, continued to put it into her mouth.

Until tears filled her eyes.

She looked up, breathed desperately, the sky had no stars, the entire night sky was dim.

She was convinced that his night would eventually pass.

The next morning.

Stella Grant went downstairs in casual clothes, her long hair casually draped, with a bit of laziness.

In the dining room, the servant had already placed exquisite breakfast items on the long dining table, the aroma wafting.

But the table was empty, neither Aiden Fordham nor Keegan Lindsey was there.

She was wondering when urgent footsteps sounded from the stairs.

Keegan Lindsey rushed down from upstairs, sweat beading on his forehead, unable to hide his panic.

"Ma’am!" His voice trembled a bit, "You must go and see President Fordham!"

After pausing, he added with difficulty, "But... you need to be prepared mentally."

Stella Grant’s heart suddenly tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

"What’s wrong?" Her voice tightened, without thinking, she hurried upstairs.

Aiden Fordham stood at the end of the second-floor corridor, back to the morning light, emitting a low pressure that warned people to stay away.

He wore a dark silk robe, the collar slightly open, revealing distinctly defined collarbones, but that handsome face was now gloomily dripping.

As if he’d just experienced a significant temper, the air still lingering with traces of agitation.

Stella Grant lightened her steps approaching, trying to make her voice sound calm and soothing, "Aiden Fordham, what’s wrong?"

She reached out to hold his hand, "I’ll go downstairs with you, have breakfast."

"Ma’am, don’t touch him!" Keegan Lindsey shouted behind, his voice filled with fear.

Stella Grant’s hand froze mid-air.

Aiden Fordham stretched out his hand first, accurately holding her hand.

His large, warm palm gripped her small hand tightly.

Then, his deep eyes turned to Keegan Lindsey, still looking bleak, raising his chin slightly, "Is this person yours?"

Stella Grant was completely stunned.

She turned to Keegan Lindsey, his face seemed on the verge of tears.

Indeed, when President Fordham woke up in the morning, he couldn’t call his name, later, when entering the room, he directly regarded him as a stranger, and chased him out!

Stella Grant’s heart sank lower as she asked him softly, "You don’t recognize him anymore?"

Aiden Fordham stared at Keegan Lindsey, his gaze filled with scrutiny and impatience, coldly retorting, "Should I recognize him?"

Stella Grant: "..."

It was clear, his memory nerves were malfunctioning.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her expression look natural, softly saying:

"Keegan Lindsey is my assistant, newly hired, I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet."

Aiden Fordham glanced dismissively at Keegan Lindsey, his gaze contemptuous and critical.

"Fire him." His tone was indisputable, "Hire a woman. Having a male assistant is improper."

Upon hearing this, Keegan Lindsey’s heart shattered like a QR code, unable to scan a complete one, his mouth moving as if he had grievances he couldn’t express.

Stella Grant quickly nodded, agreeing with him, "Alright, alright, I’ll fire him in a couple of days."

Adding salt and vinegar!

She gently shook the hand he held, her tone tender enough to squeeze out water,

"I’ll accompany you to have breakfast, hmm? The weather’s nice today."

Aiden Fordham’s expression barely improved, he murmured.

The two walked downstairs, hand in hand.

At the dining room, Stella Grant personally served him a fragrant bowl of meat porridge, placing it in front of him.

Aiden Fordham picked up the spoon, took a sip, but after eating one bite, he frowned: "Why no salt?"

Stella Grant’s heart sank, she tasted it herself, the porridge was well seasoned, it was clearly flavorful.

She was momentarily stunned, putting down the bowl, "Maybe I forgot, I’ll add some salt for you."

She turned into the kitchen.

When she returned, she carried a glass of water, handed it to him, "Drink some water first, hmm."

Aiden Fordham didn’t think much, accepting and drinking a few sips.

Stella Grant watched his reaction closely, her expression revealing some uncontainable sadness.

The cup contained not just warm water, she had added a big spoonful of sugar and vinegar.

Apparently, he had lost not only taste but his sense of smell as well.

Stella Grant suppressed the overwhelming sorrow and discomfort in her heart, her voice still maintaining softness,

"Do you remember the first noodles I made for you?"

Upon hearing this, Aiden Fordham seemed to fall into memories, then warmth filled his eyes, "Of course I remember, in the apartment, you cooked chicken noodle soup, it was delicious."

Stella Grant nodded, forcing a smile at the corners of her lips: "Then wait here, I’ll cook something for you, don’t eat the porridge yet."

"Okay." His eyes were filled with undisguised anticipation.

Soon, Stella Grant brought out a bowl of steaming hot noodles, the aroma wafting through the air, and the presentation was excellent.

She placed the bowl in front of him.

Aiden Fordham happily picked up his chopsticks, impatiently taking a big bite and putting it in his mouth.

The next second, his chewing stopped, his expression froze for a moment, although just a fleeting moment, it did not escape Stella Grant’s eyes.

"What, doesn’t it taste good?" she asked lightly, pretending to be relaxed, but her heart was tightly clenched.

"No," he immediately shook his head, his face regaining a smile, though it was somewhat forced, "it’s very tasty."

After speaking, he lowered his head, taking bite after bite, calmly eating the noodles she had cooked.

There was no salt at all in the noodles Stella Grant cooked, not even any seasoning.

No matter whether there’s salt or not, he had to finish the noodles.

He just didn’t want to make her feel bad.

Aiden Fordham’s health was deteriorating, and after finishing his meal and changing his medicine, he fell into a deep sleep.

Stella Grant sat by the bedside, watching his serene sleeping face, the high bridge of his nose, and tightly pressed thin lips, even in his dream, still carrying a hint of sharpness.

She reached out her hand, gently tracing his brows and eyes, feeling a mix of emotions in her heart.

Her phone buzzed, she opened WeChat.

Vivi Sterling: Stella, how is Aiden Fordham’s condition?

Stella Grant: Not very optimistic, I’m thinking of finding a way to recreate the antidote for him.

Vivi Sterling: Do you need me to come over and keep you company?

Stella Grant: Don’t run around, things outside are a bit chaotic right now, if anything happens, I’ll call you.

Vivi Sterling: Then you take care of yourself, miss you, miss you.

Stella Grant: Mm, you take care too.

Putting down the phone, Vivi Sterling went to the dining room to have lunch, just as she sat down and saw the meat on the table, a wave of nausea hit her, and she ran to the bathroom to vomit.

When she came out, her face was pale, and she suddenly remembered her period was over a week late, a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

She quickly called Zane Zimmerman, but the phone kept ringing with no answer. He hadn’t come back last night; ever since she moved into this house, he had never stayed out all night.

Could something have happened? Injured again? A sense of unease suddenly rose.

She opened the door and asked the bodyguard where Zane Zimmerman was, the bodyguard said he was at the castle.

So, she had the bodyguard take her directly to the castle...

By noon, Keegan Lindsey returned hastily from outside.

Seeing Stella Grant, he quickly approached her.

"Ma’am, President Fordham’s invited experts have arrived, they’ve been settled in two villas at the foot of the mountain, a simple lab is being set up, you need to go over there to discuss the specifics with them."

"President Fordham plans to have them assist you in recreating the antidote."

Stella Grant felt joy swell in her heart at the news, "Really, that’s wonderful, let’s go now."

Just as she spoke, footsteps could be heard from the staircase.

Aiden Fordham, dressed in casual attire, was slowly walking down the stairs, his steps steady and his demeanor composed, though his face still looked somewhat pale.

He heard Keegan Lindsey’s words, his eyebrows slightly raised, his tone carrying the authority and slight displeasure of someone in power:

"Such a small matter you can’t arrange? Earning your salary for nothing?"

Keegan Lindsey was shocked by his sudden clarity, and was completely stunned.

He instinctively took a step forward, tentatively asking: "President... President Fordham, do you... recognize me?"

Aiden Fordham glanced at him, his gaze sharp and familiar, tinged with a hint of impatience: "Keegan, are you thinking about retiring in Meritopia?"

Keegan Lindsey was thrilled to hear his name clearly from Aiden Fordham’s mouth.

That familiar tone, familiar gaze, he was so excited he nearly performed a tearful tiger on the spot!

"President Fordham!" His voice was choked up, his eyes instantly turned red, "I’m going nowhere! Alive, I’m President Fordham’s man, dead, I’m President Fordham’s ghost!"

Good heavens, President Fordham remembers him!

Stella Grant stood by, watching this dramatic scene unfold, her eyes faintly glimmered.

Turns out, he had intermittent memory disorder, where he suddenly forgot certain moments.

Aiden Fordham walked to Stella Grant’s side, naturally holding her hand, the warmth of his palm giving her peace of mind.

He looked into her eyes, his gaze focused and serious: "I’ve invited the world’s best experts in biological neurology. You need to coordinate the specific work arrangements. Anything you need, always tell Keegan to handle it."

His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable certainty.

The heavy burden in Stella Grant’s heart finally eased halfway.

"Okay." she nodded vigorously, tears glistening in her eyes.

Calculating the time, Iris Summers’ team should also be arriving soon.

With two top expert teams working together, dual efforts would surely rush out another antidote.

When she arrived at the villa, she saw the six talented young experts, five men and one woman.

The experts, seeing the renowned God N herself, excitedly gathered around.

"Miss Grant, it’s truly great to see you."

"Miss Grant, working with you is the honor of my life."

...

Everyone excitedly chimed in to greet one after another.

Stella Grant shook hands with them all, her gaze suddenly paused, then she smiled broadly,

"Thank you all for taking the time to come over, there is a project now, rather urgent, I will be completing it with you, let’s head to the laboratory first."

"Okay."

"That’s truly wonderful."

The female doctor watched Stella Grant’s back, a barely perceptible fierce gleam flashing in her eyes.

God N, I finally found you!