Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Unable to take another step, Elodie fell to the ground.
The people behind had caught up—she couldn't escape. Elodie lay on the ground, covering her face with both hands.
Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me...
Arnold strode over, silently watched the little bundle on the ground for a moment, then reached down and picked her up directly.
"I can see you. Stop covering your face."
Third Person Perspective
Elodie, who thought she was perfectly hidden, opened her eyes, her big eyes full of confusion.
What was going on?
Every time she played hide-and-seek with her brothers, she was always the best at hiding.
Elodie lowered her hands, and finding herself suspended in the air, she wiggled her little arms and legs, discovering she couldn't get down.
Elodie stared at Arnold with wide eyes. Seeing her biological father up close for the first time, she blinked and realized her two brothers really did look like their father.
Good thing Elodie looked like Mommy and not like this ugly bad daddy.
Thinking this, Elodie unconsciously lifted her little face, making expressions.
Arnold watched Elodie, seeing that her little mind was clearly very active.
"Whose child are you, and why did you vandalize my car?"
Arnold's voice was cold and emotionless.
But Elodie wasn't afraid of him—she just pressed her little lips together tightly.
Mommy said not to talk to bad people, and Daddy was a bad person who would take Elodie away and not let her see Mommy.
"If you don't speak, I'll hand you over to the police, and then the police will find your father."
Elodie blinked.
Arnold thought children this age would be afraid of police, but this little one seemed unafraid.
"When children do bad things, their parents get punished. Soon they'll arrest your father."
Please do arrest him—Elodie supported that.
Still not afraid. Arnold saw this little thing was completely unmoved.
"They'll arrest your mother."
"Why arrest Elodie's mommy? Just arrest Elodie's daddy—don't arrest Mommy!" Elodie panicked, putting her hands on her hips, looking fiercely adorable.
Arnold chuckled twice.
Arresting mother wasn't okay, but arresting father was fine.
This child's father was quite the failure.
"Your name is Elodie? Why did you vandalize my car? Who were those people with you just now?"
Elodie crossed her arms, tilted her head, and pouted: "I won't tell you my name is Elodie. I did everything myself—there was nobody else!"
Quite loyal, and a bit silly too.
"Since you won't give up your accomplices, tell me who your mother is."
"I won't tell you."
"Then I'll have to take you away."
Hearing she would be taken away, Elodie's big eyes sparkled as if she might cry any second.
Arnold set her down on the ground.
Elodie held back her tears and without hesitation immediately turned around, trying her best to pump her little legs and wave her little arms.
She muttered as she ran: "Run fast, run fast, Elodie run fast..."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, watching the little girl without immediately catching her.
Just when Elodie thought she had successfully escaped, he took a few quick steps and picked her up again.
Suspended in mid-air, Elodie kicked her little legs frantically, discovering it was all futile.
"Keep running."
Elodie stuffed her little hands somewhere and hung her head angrily like a puffed-up little pufferfish.
Arnold's lips curved slightly—he actually found this little girl rather cute. He carried her to the car and looked again at those ugly words: "Tell me, why did you write these words?"
Wife-abandoning, child-abandoning.
Not something a child her age would understand.
Elodie sealed her lips tight, unwilling to say a single word.
"Arnold, what's with this kid?" Victoria frowned.
"She admitted to doing it but won't say anything else. Neil, call the police."
"Yes. Mr. Cavendish, what about this child?"
Arnold glanced around—no one in sight. The child looked about four or five; they couldn't just leave her alone here.
Arnold opened the car door and put the little girl inside: "We'll wait for the police to contact her parents to pick her up."
Elodie instantly felt like the sky was falling.
Mommy was right—Daddy would take Elodie away.
Soon Elodie wouldn't be able to see Mommy anymore.
Sad tears began pattering down.
As soon as Arnold got in the car, he discovered that the little girl who had been so brave just moments ago, taking all the blame herself, was now crying.
He wasn't good with children and hated when kids cried in front of him, but seeing her pitiful little appearance, his hard heart softened slightly.
"Why are you crying? I didn't hit you."
Elodie lifted her chubby hands to wipe her tears: "Elodie was caught by a bad person. Elodie will never see Mommy again. Elodie... Elodie..."
She was really so sad.
The little girl cried so hard she couldn't speak.
Arnold watched quietly for a while before saying: "When your mother contacts me, I'll let you go back."
"Really?" Elodie instantly stopped crying, her bright watery eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
Arnold almost suspected the girl was acting.
"Yes, but you have to tell me why you vandalized my car."
The people behind had caught up—she couldn't escape. Elodie lay on the ground, covering her face with both hands.
Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me...
Arnold strode over, silently watched the little bundle on the ground for a moment, then reached down and picked her up directly.
"I can see you. Stop covering your face."
Third Person Perspective
Elodie, who thought she was perfectly hidden, opened her eyes, her big eyes full of confusion.
What was going on?
Every time she played hide-and-seek with her brothers, she was always the best at hiding.
Elodie lowered her hands, and finding herself suspended in the air, she wiggled her little arms and legs, discovering she couldn't get down.
Elodie stared at Arnold with wide eyes. Seeing her biological father up close for the first time, she blinked and realized her two brothers really did look like their father.
Good thing Elodie looked like Mommy and not like this ugly bad daddy.
Thinking this, Elodie unconsciously lifted her little face, making expressions.
Arnold watched Elodie, seeing that her little mind was clearly very active.
"Whose child are you, and why did you vandalize my car?"
Arnold's voice was cold and emotionless.
But Elodie wasn't afraid of him—she just pressed her little lips together tightly.
Mommy said not to talk to bad people, and Daddy was a bad person who would take Elodie away and not let her see Mommy.
"If you don't speak, I'll hand you over to the police, and then the police will find your father."
Elodie blinked.
Arnold thought children this age would be afraid of police, but this little one seemed unafraid.
"When children do bad things, their parents get punished. Soon they'll arrest your father."
Please do arrest him—Elodie supported that.
Still not afraid. Arnold saw this little thing was completely unmoved.
"They'll arrest your mother."
"Why arrest Elodie's mommy? Just arrest Elodie's daddy—don't arrest Mommy!" Elodie panicked, putting her hands on her hips, looking fiercely adorable.
Arnold chuckled twice.
Arresting mother wasn't okay, but arresting father was fine.
This child's father was quite the failure.
"Your name is Elodie? Why did you vandalize my car? Who were those people with you just now?"
Elodie crossed her arms, tilted her head, and pouted: "I won't tell you my name is Elodie. I did everything myself—there was nobody else!"
Quite loyal, and a bit silly too.
"Since you won't give up your accomplices, tell me who your mother is."
"I won't tell you."
"Then I'll have to take you away."
Hearing she would be taken away, Elodie's big eyes sparkled as if she might cry any second.
Arnold set her down on the ground.
Elodie held back her tears and without hesitation immediately turned around, trying her best to pump her little legs and wave her little arms.
She muttered as she ran: "Run fast, run fast, Elodie run fast..."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, watching the little girl without immediately catching her.
Just when Elodie thought she had successfully escaped, he took a few quick steps and picked her up again.
Suspended in mid-air, Elodie kicked her little legs frantically, discovering it was all futile.
"Keep running."
Elodie stuffed her little hands somewhere and hung her head angrily like a puffed-up little pufferfish.
Arnold's lips curved slightly—he actually found this little girl rather cute. He carried her to the car and looked again at those ugly words: "Tell me, why did you write these words?"
Wife-abandoning, child-abandoning.
Not something a child her age would understand.
Elodie sealed her lips tight, unwilling to say a single word.
"Arnold, what's with this kid?" Victoria frowned.
"She admitted to doing it but won't say anything else. Neil, call the police."
"Yes. Mr. Cavendish, what about this child?"
Arnold glanced around—no one in sight. The child looked about four or five; they couldn't just leave her alone here.
Arnold opened the car door and put the little girl inside: "We'll wait for the police to contact her parents to pick her up."
Elodie instantly felt like the sky was falling.
Mommy was right—Daddy would take Elodie away.
Soon Elodie wouldn't be able to see Mommy anymore.
Sad tears began pattering down.
As soon as Arnold got in the car, he discovered that the little girl who had been so brave just moments ago, taking all the blame herself, was now crying.
He wasn't good with children and hated when kids cried in front of him, but seeing her pitiful little appearance, his hard heart softened slightly.
"Why are you crying? I didn't hit you."
Elodie lifted her chubby hands to wipe her tears: "Elodie was caught by a bad person. Elodie will never see Mommy again. Elodie... Elodie..."
She was really so sad.
The little girl cried so hard she couldn't speak.
Arnold watched quietly for a while before saying: "When your mother contacts me, I'll let you go back."
"Really?" Elodie instantly stopped crying, her bright watery eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
Arnold almost suspected the girl was acting.
"Yes, but you have to tell me why you vandalized my car."
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