Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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I stood still, looking at her calmly with a peaceful tone: "If you didn't do it, no one can frame you. The truth won't change just because you shout louder."
Her lips trembled, her eyes full of despair, as she turned to look at Arnold beside her: "Arnold, believe me! You really have to believe me, I didn't do it, I really didn't!"
She cried and shouted in front of Arnold, but was ultimately taken away by the police.
Arnold stood in place, his expression so dark it could drip ink.
He didn't say a word, but from that expression, I could tell at a glance—he didn't believe it.
He didn't believe Victoria would do such a thing.
In fact, he was still making excuses for her even now. But if it really was her, he couldn't deny it either.
He finally spoke, his voice low: "If the final result really is her, I will keep my promise and personally send her to prison. But if someone deliberately slandered her, I won't let that person who framed her get away with it either."
I frowned slightly.
What did that mean? It sounded fair, but he was actually paving the way for Victoria. He suspected... someone was deliberately framing her.
He suspected me.
My heart turned cold, and my gaze at him became somewhat distant.
So much for "believing in evidence".
The evidence was right there, yet he still wanted to leave Victoria a way out. He trusted her to such an extent.
Fiona and Raymond also came out, glaring at me fiercely as if they wished I could be taken away too.
Olivia wasn't to be outdone either, speaking sarcastically: "You're just a jinx. As soon as you came back, you turned our family upside down. Victoria was fine before, but now look—she's been harmed by you like this."
Listening to her accusations, my heart remained completely calm. She had never been kind to me, and I was long used to whatever she said.
Seeing that I ignored her, Olivia turned to Arnold with a crying tone: "Arnold, we all believe Victoria would never do such a thing. Someone must be deliberately slandering her. Victoria is so wronged."
Wronged?
The evidence was crystal clear, yet they still positioned themselves as victims. Enough.
I finally raised my eyes to look at her, my voice not loud but every word clear and calm: "If it had been a child from your Cavendish family who almost died last night, would you still believe in Victoria so unconditionally in the face of all this evidence?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Arnold's gaze immediately fixed on me, as if pierced by something. His deep eyes stared at me unblinkingly, as if trying to see through my motive for saying those words.
I ignored him, but heard Olivia suddenly gasp in shock, as if only now realizing what I had said, immediately shouting at me: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you cursing the children of our Cavendish family? What are your intentions?"
Ha.
Their children—they couldn't even tolerate others making a hypothetical statement about them, let alone actually being harmed. It was only because the knife hadn't fallen on them that they felt no pain.
I laughed mockingly but didn't bother responding to her.
I was actually curious—if one day they discovered that the person they trusted most and protected the most had personally harmed the child they cared about most, what would the expressions on their faces look like?
It would certainly be quite a sight.
I said nothing more and turned to leave. Behind me, I could still hear Olivia's furious voice: "What is she laughing about? Is she mocking us? What does she mean!"
I didn't look back.
I just felt tired now.
Arnold didn't catch up. His silence was more painful than words. He stood there, lips tightly pressed, the emotions in his eyes too deep to understand—and I no longer wanted to try to understand them.
After Victoria was taken away, my mood finally relaxed a little. At least temporarily, she couldn't cause any more trouble.
I told Elodie about this.
Unexpectedly, after hearing it, her eyes lit up and she suddenly slapped her little forehead: "Mommy! I remembered! That voice talking to the kidnappers seemed to be the bad woman!"
As expected.
I knew it.
When she said the "voice was familiar" that day, my first reaction was Victoria. But we had no evidence then, and I couldn't rashly give the police a guess. I didn't dare gamble with the child's safety on an intuition.
"Now that the evidence is conclusive, Victoria is getting her comeuppance!" Clara said with satisfaction. "Paisley, once Elodie recovers, let's pack up and return to England. I can see that Dominic came this time intending to take you all back."
I nodded, "Mm."
Going back was certain.
But my heart still couldn't settle down.
Her lips trembled, her eyes full of despair, as she turned to look at Arnold beside her: "Arnold, believe me! You really have to believe me, I didn't do it, I really didn't!"
She cried and shouted in front of Arnold, but was ultimately taken away by the police.
Arnold stood in place, his expression so dark it could drip ink.
He didn't say a word, but from that expression, I could tell at a glance—he didn't believe it.
He didn't believe Victoria would do such a thing.
In fact, he was still making excuses for her even now. But if it really was her, he couldn't deny it either.
He finally spoke, his voice low: "If the final result really is her, I will keep my promise and personally send her to prison. But if someone deliberately slandered her, I won't let that person who framed her get away with it either."
I frowned slightly.
What did that mean? It sounded fair, but he was actually paving the way for Victoria. He suspected... someone was deliberately framing her.
He suspected me.
My heart turned cold, and my gaze at him became somewhat distant.
So much for "believing in evidence".
The evidence was right there, yet he still wanted to leave Victoria a way out. He trusted her to such an extent.
Fiona and Raymond also came out, glaring at me fiercely as if they wished I could be taken away too.
Olivia wasn't to be outdone either, speaking sarcastically: "You're just a jinx. As soon as you came back, you turned our family upside down. Victoria was fine before, but now look—she's been harmed by you like this."
Listening to her accusations, my heart remained completely calm. She had never been kind to me, and I was long used to whatever she said.
Seeing that I ignored her, Olivia turned to Arnold with a crying tone: "Arnold, we all believe Victoria would never do such a thing. Someone must be deliberately slandering her. Victoria is so wronged."
Wronged?
The evidence was crystal clear, yet they still positioned themselves as victims. Enough.
I finally raised my eyes to look at her, my voice not loud but every word clear and calm: "If it had been a child from your Cavendish family who almost died last night, would you still believe in Victoria so unconditionally in the face of all this evidence?"
As soon as I finished speaking, Arnold's gaze immediately fixed on me, as if pierced by something. His deep eyes stared at me unblinkingly, as if trying to see through my motive for saying those words.
I ignored him, but heard Olivia suddenly gasp in shock, as if only now realizing what I had said, immediately shouting at me: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you cursing the children of our Cavendish family? What are your intentions?"
Ha.
Their children—they couldn't even tolerate others making a hypothetical statement about them, let alone actually being harmed. It was only because the knife hadn't fallen on them that they felt no pain.
I laughed mockingly but didn't bother responding to her.
I was actually curious—if one day they discovered that the person they trusted most and protected the most had personally harmed the child they cared about most, what would the expressions on their faces look like?
It would certainly be quite a sight.
I said nothing more and turned to leave. Behind me, I could still hear Olivia's furious voice: "What is she laughing about? Is she mocking us? What does she mean!"
I didn't look back.
I just felt tired now.
Arnold didn't catch up. His silence was more painful than words. He stood there, lips tightly pressed, the emotions in his eyes too deep to understand—and I no longer wanted to try to understand them.
After Victoria was taken away, my mood finally relaxed a little. At least temporarily, she couldn't cause any more trouble.
I told Elodie about this.
Unexpectedly, after hearing it, her eyes lit up and she suddenly slapped her little forehead: "Mommy! I remembered! That voice talking to the kidnappers seemed to be the bad woman!"
As expected.
I knew it.
When she said the "voice was familiar" that day, my first reaction was Victoria. But we had no evidence then, and I couldn't rashly give the police a guess. I didn't dare gamble with the child's safety on an intuition.
"Now that the evidence is conclusive, Victoria is getting her comeuppance!" Clara said with satisfaction. "Paisley, once Elodie recovers, let's pack up and return to England. I can see that Dominic came this time intending to take you all back."
I nodded, "Mm."
Going back was certain.
But my heart still couldn't settle down.
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