Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 103: Chapter 103
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"What's there to fear?" Raymond said indifferently, "It's just cooperating with the investigation."
Fiona moved closer a few steps, lowering her voice: "You and I both know this was Victoria's doing. Now she's been exposed by those people, how can I not be anxious?"
Raymond's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was firm: "I have my ways."
"You really have a way to save Victoria?" Fiona pressed, her tone becoming increasingly anxious. "Then why don't you hurry up and handle it?"
"Don't rush," Raymond remained unperturbed, "Right now there's only testimony, no physical evidence. The police can't convict her."
Fiona's face darkened: "I don't just want to keep her out of prison. Victoria is going to marry into the Cavendish family in the future. Her record can't have any stains, not even a hint of suspicion."
"I understand," Raymond finally dropped his carefree attitude, his tone carrying some weight, "She's my daughter. Of course I'll consider everything for her."
As he spoke, his expression returned to its usual deep inscrutability, as if everything had been arranged properly.
Meanwhile, at the police station.
Victoria sat in the interrogation room, her back straight, expressionlessly looking at the two police officers in front of her.
"I'll say it again," she articulated clearly, her emotions controlled, "I don't know those people at all, and I haven't done anything illegal. As for why they appeared on our family's boat, I have no idea. The boat has always been docked there, and I don't watch it 24/7. The boat has a captain—if you want to investigate, go find him."
One of the police officers responded calmly: "We've already brought back the captain and will verify all the circumstances. But the problem is, those kidnappers clearly confessed that you instructed them to kidnap the child. How do you explain that?"
Victoria's gaze darkened, her expression changing slightly, but she still insisted: "I only have one explanation—I don't know them. I don't know why they want to frame me. You can investigate all you want. I have no grudge against that child, and no motive to harm her."
The two officers exchanged glances, clearly having assessed her attitude. At this moment, another officer from outside walked in and whispered a few words in their ears.
All three got up and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Victoria sitting there alone.
She pressed her lips together, lowered her head and took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists under the table. The composure on her face was just a forced pretense.
Paisley's Perspective
In the evening, I received a call from the police asking me to come to the station.
As soon as I hung up, an ominous feeling rose in my heart.
Although my heart was tight with worry, I still rushed over with Clara.
As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a familiar figure walking elegantly out of the police station.
It was Victoria.
She walked so calmly, as if she had just gone in for tea and a chat, even with a smile on her face.
More dramatically, the Hayes family had dispatched five luxury cars to pick her up, lined up neatly in front of the police station like welcoming a returning general.
Then another Maybach stopped.
I recognized it immediately—it was Arnold's car.
The car door opened, and Arnold stepped out wearing a black shirt, followed by Olivia.
Olivia walked forward with a joyful expression, openly welcoming Victoria's safe return.
Arnold didn't move, just leaned against the car watching all this.
I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could guess he must be very happy right now, right?
Victoria was released without charges and unharmed—of course he was satisfied.
I clenched my fists, feeling like a stone was blocking my heart.
The situation had indeed developed in the direction I feared most—the Hayes and Cavendish families joined forces, and Victoria emerged completely unscathed, without any consequences.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze fall on me.
I looked up and saw he was looking at me.
Across four or five meters, our eyes met directly.
Under the dim streetlight, he stood by the car, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on me unblinkingly.
I couldn't help but curl my lips in a sarcastic smile.
Victoria certainly saw me too.
She immediately walked to Arnold's side, openly linking her arm through his, looking up at him with a smile: "Thank you and Olivia for coming to pick me up."
That smile was indescribably smug.
Not only did she leave the police station without charges, but she also received full support from her parents and "lover"—how comfortable she must feel.
"That bitch." Clara was so angry she wanted to rush over, but I held her back.
With so many luxury cars and so many people, if we caused a scene in front of the police station, we couldn't possibly gain any advantage and would only suffer losses.
Clara looked back at me and said in a suppressed voice: "You really predicted it—neither the Hayes nor the Cavendish family is clean."
I murmured: "Power really is a wonderful thing."
We walked into the police station, and the officers said many things to me in a reasonably polite tone, but the more I listened, the colder I felt.
Finally, I extracted four conclusions from these words:
First, those three people were habitual criminals already being pursued by the police. Elodie wasn't the first child they kidnapped, so the possibility of specific instruction could be ruled out.
Second, the police found no physical evidence proving Victoria was connected to this case, and she had no obvious motive to harm a child.
Third, regarding the Hayes family boat—the three kidnappers did indeed hold the captain hostage, which two kidnappers had admitted, saying they were forced to sail the boat.
Fourth, those two kidnappers had started talking nonsense, besides mentioning Victoria, they also mentioned other people. The police determined they had begun making false accusations, making their earlier testimony against Victoria no longer credible.
In other words: no evidence, no motive, testimony recanted—the case conclusion was: insufficient evidence for conviction.
When I walked out of the police station, I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me, cold from the bones out.
I had a breath stuck in my chest that wouldn't go up or down, like a dull stone blocking me, making my head dizzy with suffocation.
"I'm so angry," Clara gritted her teeth and cursed, "Our enemy is right in front of us, but we can't do anything."
Before leaving, Victoria even looked back at us, her smile full of contempt and showing off.
Truly... disgusting.
I didn't respond and turned to leave.
Clara went home, and I went to the hospital.
That night, I sat by Elodie's hospital bed, staying awake all night.
Watching her sleeping face, I sat motionless, keeping her company.
Deep in the night, a thought suddenly occurred to me:
—If I told Arnold the children's secret, would he protect them?
Fiona moved closer a few steps, lowering her voice: "You and I both know this was Victoria's doing. Now she's been exposed by those people, how can I not be anxious?"
Raymond's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was firm: "I have my ways."
"You really have a way to save Victoria?" Fiona pressed, her tone becoming increasingly anxious. "Then why don't you hurry up and handle it?"
"Don't rush," Raymond remained unperturbed, "Right now there's only testimony, no physical evidence. The police can't convict her."
Fiona's face darkened: "I don't just want to keep her out of prison. Victoria is going to marry into the Cavendish family in the future. Her record can't have any stains, not even a hint of suspicion."
"I understand," Raymond finally dropped his carefree attitude, his tone carrying some weight, "She's my daughter. Of course I'll consider everything for her."
As he spoke, his expression returned to its usual deep inscrutability, as if everything had been arranged properly.
Meanwhile, at the police station.
Victoria sat in the interrogation room, her back straight, expressionlessly looking at the two police officers in front of her.
"I'll say it again," she articulated clearly, her emotions controlled, "I don't know those people at all, and I haven't done anything illegal. As for why they appeared on our family's boat, I have no idea. The boat has always been docked there, and I don't watch it 24/7. The boat has a captain—if you want to investigate, go find him."
One of the police officers responded calmly: "We've already brought back the captain and will verify all the circumstances. But the problem is, those kidnappers clearly confessed that you instructed them to kidnap the child. How do you explain that?"
Victoria's gaze darkened, her expression changing slightly, but she still insisted: "I only have one explanation—I don't know them. I don't know why they want to frame me. You can investigate all you want. I have no grudge against that child, and no motive to harm her."
The two officers exchanged glances, clearly having assessed her attitude. At this moment, another officer from outside walked in and whispered a few words in their ears.
All three got up and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Victoria sitting there alone.
She pressed her lips together, lowered her head and took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists under the table. The composure on her face was just a forced pretense.
Paisley's Perspective
In the evening, I received a call from the police asking me to come to the station.
As soon as I hung up, an ominous feeling rose in my heart.
Although my heart was tight with worry, I still rushed over with Clara.
As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a familiar figure walking elegantly out of the police station.
It was Victoria.
She walked so calmly, as if she had just gone in for tea and a chat, even with a smile on her face.
More dramatically, the Hayes family had dispatched five luxury cars to pick her up, lined up neatly in front of the police station like welcoming a returning general.
Then another Maybach stopped.
I recognized it immediately—it was Arnold's car.
The car door opened, and Arnold stepped out wearing a black shirt, followed by Olivia.
Olivia walked forward with a joyful expression, openly welcoming Victoria's safe return.
Arnold didn't move, just leaned against the car watching all this.
I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could guess he must be very happy right now, right?
Victoria was released without charges and unharmed—of course he was satisfied.
I clenched my fists, feeling like a stone was blocking my heart.
The situation had indeed developed in the direction I feared most—the Hayes and Cavendish families joined forces, and Victoria emerged completely unscathed, without any consequences.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze fall on me.
I looked up and saw he was looking at me.
Across four or five meters, our eyes met directly.
Under the dim streetlight, he stood by the car, his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze fixed on me unblinkingly.
I couldn't help but curl my lips in a sarcastic smile.
Victoria certainly saw me too.
She immediately walked to Arnold's side, openly linking her arm through his, looking up at him with a smile: "Thank you and Olivia for coming to pick me up."
That smile was indescribably smug.
Not only did she leave the police station without charges, but she also received full support from her parents and "lover"—how comfortable she must feel.
"That bitch." Clara was so angry she wanted to rush over, but I held her back.
With so many luxury cars and so many people, if we caused a scene in front of the police station, we couldn't possibly gain any advantage and would only suffer losses.
Clara looked back at me and said in a suppressed voice: "You really predicted it—neither the Hayes nor the Cavendish family is clean."
I murmured: "Power really is a wonderful thing."
We walked into the police station, and the officers said many things to me in a reasonably polite tone, but the more I listened, the colder I felt.
Finally, I extracted four conclusions from these words:
First, those three people were habitual criminals already being pursued by the police. Elodie wasn't the first child they kidnapped, so the possibility of specific instruction could be ruled out.
Second, the police found no physical evidence proving Victoria was connected to this case, and she had no obvious motive to harm a child.
Third, regarding the Hayes family boat—the three kidnappers did indeed hold the captain hostage, which two kidnappers had admitted, saying they were forced to sail the boat.
Fourth, those two kidnappers had started talking nonsense, besides mentioning Victoria, they also mentioned other people. The police determined they had begun making false accusations, making their earlier testimony against Victoria no longer credible.
In other words: no evidence, no motive, testimony recanted—the case conclusion was: insufficient evidence for conviction.
When I walked out of the police station, I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me, cold from the bones out.
I had a breath stuck in my chest that wouldn't go up or down, like a dull stone blocking me, making my head dizzy with suffocation.
"I'm so angry," Clara gritted her teeth and cursed, "Our enemy is right in front of us, but we can't do anything."
Before leaving, Victoria even looked back at us, her smile full of contempt and showing off.
Truly... disgusting.
I didn't respond and turned to leave.
Clara went home, and I went to the hospital.
That night, I sat by Elodie's hospital bed, staying awake all night.
Watching her sleeping face, I sat motionless, keeping her company.
Deep in the night, a thought suddenly occurred to me:
—If I told Arnold the children's secret, would he protect them?
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