Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 105: Chapter 105
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But just as I lifted my foot to take a step, Victoria suddenly screamed: "Try coming closer! I'll slash her face right now."
At that moment, I truly wanted to go insane.
My whole body was trembling, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart, but that knife trapped all my rationality like a curse.
Elodie woke up.
She opened her eyes, and when her gaze touched the knife in front of her face, she was immediately terrified.
I gave her a look, signaling her not to move. She obediently made no sound, but tears had already fallen.
"What exactly do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.
Victoria laughed softly and said slowly: "I suffered so much grievance last night. Tell me, shouldn't you kneel down and apologize to me? As long as you apologize, maybe I'll be merciful and let her go... otherwise..."
The knife in her hand pressed down a few degrees, the tip almost touching Elodie's face.
My body tensed, my fingers gripping so tightly that blood almost stopped flowing.
"You dare—"
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Clara rushed in, holding up her phone and shouting angrily: "Victoria, I just recorded everything you said and did! Try touching her!"
Victoria's body clearly stiffened. She turned her head sharply, saw the phone in Clara's hand, and panic flashed in her eyes.
The knife was immediately withdrawn, gripped tightly in her hand.
I lunged forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, snatching the knife from her hand.
I picked up the breakfast in my hand and threw it at her face without hesitation.
Coffee spilled all over her.
Victoria screamed and stumbled back a step, instantly becoming a drowned rat.
But the next second she suddenly started crying and shouting: "Arnold! Help! She's trying to kill me!"
She turned and ran toward the door, and after just a few steps, she actually fell down.
I was so angry my chest felt stuffy. I was about to chase after her, not letting her succeed, but just as I reached the door, I saw—Arnold.
He stood outside the door, his face extremely grim.
Victoria saw him like a drowning person seeing a life preserver, rushing over crying: "Arnold, she's trying to kill me! Paisley is trying to kill me!"
Before I could speak, his gaze fell on the knife in my hand.
Seeing the fury in my eyes, he frowned tightly, his expression instantly turning cold.
"What are you trying to do?" His voice was cold to the extreme, stabbing into my chest like a knife.
"It was her, she rushed into the ward with a knife threatening Elodie, so I—"
"Enough!" He roared angrily, interrupting me.
"Paisley, haven't you caused enough trouble? You've bullied her again and again, do you have any conscience left?"
Clara became anxious: "No, Mr. Cavendish! I recorded what just happened, it really was her..."
"Shut up." His tone was extremely cold, "The police have already investigated clearly. Your daughter's incident has nothing to do with her. Yet you're following Paisley in this nonsense, hurting Victoria together. What more do you want?"
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but found I couldn't say anything.
He didn't even look at the video Clara was holding up, not even bothering to give us a chance to explain.
He pushed my arm away forcefully. At that moment, I almost felt abandoned by the entire world.
Victoria was still sitting on the ground, tears on her face, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright, like a crown worn by a victor.
Arnold picked her up and turned to leave.
She looked back, her gaze falling on my face, that look saying:
I won again.
"He... he..." Clara stepped forward two steps, so angry her fingers were shaking, unable to speak.
I turned to look at her, "Did you really record a video just now?"
"I really did." She immediately took out her phone and walked to my side, "I arrived before you went in. Just as I was about to push the door open, I saw Victoria, so I immediately started recording with my phone."
I took a deep breath, my hands still trembling slightly from anger, "Well done, send it to me."
"Okay."
"Mommy."
It was Elodie's voice.
Clara and I felt our hearts tighten and hurried back to the ward.
Elodie was curled up on the bed, her eyes red, looking like she was about to cry but stubbornly holding back.
I immediately held her in my arms, softly comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay, we drove away that bad woman, don't be afraid, Mommy is here."
Her small body trembled against me, but she still stubbornly refused to shed a single tear.
"Mommy, is the bad daddy siding with the bad woman again?"
My heart clenched painfully. I didn't speak, just held her tighter.
Elodie stretched out her thin little arms and hugged me back, her voice muffled: "Mommy, Elodie doesn't want the bad daddy anymore, never again."
At that moment, I truly wanted to go insane.
My whole body was trembling, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart, but that knife trapped all my rationality like a curse.
Elodie woke up.
She opened her eyes, and when her gaze touched the knife in front of her face, she was immediately terrified.
I gave her a look, signaling her not to move. She obediently made no sound, but tears had already fallen.
"What exactly do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.
Victoria laughed softly and said slowly: "I suffered so much grievance last night. Tell me, shouldn't you kneel down and apologize to me? As long as you apologize, maybe I'll be merciful and let her go... otherwise..."
The knife in her hand pressed down a few degrees, the tip almost touching Elodie's face.
My body tensed, my fingers gripping so tightly that blood almost stopped flowing.
"You dare—"
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Clara rushed in, holding up her phone and shouting angrily: "Victoria, I just recorded everything you said and did! Try touching her!"
Victoria's body clearly stiffened. She turned her head sharply, saw the phone in Clara's hand, and panic flashed in her eyes.
The knife was immediately withdrawn, gripped tightly in her hand.
I lunged forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, snatching the knife from her hand.
I picked up the breakfast in my hand and threw it at her face without hesitation.
Coffee spilled all over her.
Victoria screamed and stumbled back a step, instantly becoming a drowned rat.
But the next second she suddenly started crying and shouting: "Arnold! Help! She's trying to kill me!"
She turned and ran toward the door, and after just a few steps, she actually fell down.
I was so angry my chest felt stuffy. I was about to chase after her, not letting her succeed, but just as I reached the door, I saw—Arnold.
He stood outside the door, his face extremely grim.
Victoria saw him like a drowning person seeing a life preserver, rushing over crying: "Arnold, she's trying to kill me! Paisley is trying to kill me!"
Before I could speak, his gaze fell on the knife in my hand.
Seeing the fury in my eyes, he frowned tightly, his expression instantly turning cold.
"What are you trying to do?" His voice was cold to the extreme, stabbing into my chest like a knife.
"It was her, she rushed into the ward with a knife threatening Elodie, so I—"
"Enough!" He roared angrily, interrupting me.
"Paisley, haven't you caused enough trouble? You've bullied her again and again, do you have any conscience left?"
Clara became anxious: "No, Mr. Cavendish! I recorded what just happened, it really was her..."
"Shut up." His tone was extremely cold, "The police have already investigated clearly. Your daughter's incident has nothing to do with her. Yet you're following Paisley in this nonsense, hurting Victoria together. What more do you want?"
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but found I couldn't say anything.
He didn't even look at the video Clara was holding up, not even bothering to give us a chance to explain.
He pushed my arm away forcefully. At that moment, I almost felt abandoned by the entire world.
Victoria was still sitting on the ground, tears on her face, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright, like a crown worn by a victor.
Arnold picked her up and turned to leave.
She looked back, her gaze falling on my face, that look saying:
I won again.
"He... he..." Clara stepped forward two steps, so angry her fingers were shaking, unable to speak.
I turned to look at her, "Did you really record a video just now?"
"I really did." She immediately took out her phone and walked to my side, "I arrived before you went in. Just as I was about to push the door open, I saw Victoria, so I immediately started recording with my phone."
I took a deep breath, my hands still trembling slightly from anger, "Well done, send it to me."
"Okay."
"Mommy."
It was Elodie's voice.
Clara and I felt our hearts tighten and hurried back to the ward.
Elodie was curled up on the bed, her eyes red, looking like she was about to cry but stubbornly holding back.
I immediately held her in my arms, softly comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay, we drove away that bad woman, don't be afraid, Mommy is here."
Her small body trembled against me, but she still stubbornly refused to shed a single tear.
"Mommy, is the bad daddy siding with the bad woman again?"
My heart clenched painfully. I didn't speak, just held her tighter.
Elodie stretched out her thin little arms and hugged me back, her voice muffled: "Mommy, Elodie doesn't want the bad daddy anymore, never again."
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