Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 110: Chapter 110

A hint of hesitation appeared on my face, and I unconsciously turned to glance at Dominic beside me.
The hand on my shoulder tightened, his slender eyebrows raised slightly. That careless yet dangerous look brought an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Arnold was in front, Dominic beside me. I felt trapped between these two men, unable to breathe.
I thought to myself, perhaps only by saying this would Arnold finally give up and agree to divorce me.
I took a deep breath, looked up at Arnold, and said calmly, "Yes, that's right. We're getting married."
My words pierced his heart like a knife, mercilessly.
He had always prided himself on being calm and controlled, but now even his breathing became heavy.
He had suspected my relationship with Dominic all along, and now everything was confirmed.
Dominic had traveled all the way to England for me, stood up for me, sought revenge for me. I didn't resist his closeness, even depended on him. Everything now had an explanation.
Arnold pressed his lips together, his entire face dark as if water could drip from it.
Dominic, on the other hand, seemed to have received some reward, his lips curving up in pure delight.
Even though he knew the "getting married" was fake, he still reveled in it.
My voice carried no warmth: "So, Arnold, please let me go. Sign the divorce agreement, and let's get divorced."
I knew he had the impulse to drag me away in that instant.
I wanted to marry someone else? Wanted to leave his side?
He would never agree.
I knew him too well. If he really hardened his heart, I would never escape his control in this lifetime.
"Arnold, save me—"
"Arnold, I'm in so much pain, it hurts so much, my hands seem to be bleeding..."
"Arnold—"
Victoria finally couldn't hold back anymore and started shouting from mid-air.
She thought Arnold had come to save her, but then he started arguing with another man over me, completely forgetting about her still hanging in the air.
She was going crazy with anger.
I saw her face twisted with rage. She must have been cursing me as a slut thousands of times in her mind.
Arnold finally remembered her existence, his thin lips pressed tight, his gaze falling on the dagger on the ground.
"Whoosh—" The dagger precisely cut the rope holding Victoria. She screamed as she fell, groaning in pain.
Arnold signaled his men to release the others too. Neil was about to move but was immediately blocked.
Dominic glanced coldly, "In my territory, you think you can save people just because you say so?"
"What if I insist on saving them?"
"You can try."
"Neil, take action."
The air instantly froze, weapons drawn, the smell of gunpowder ignited.
My heart tightened.
Not out of concern for anyone, but because this scene was too stupid. Was it worth fighting over someone like Victoria?
These people had followed their respective masters for years, each one devoted. If they really fought, the casualties would all be their own people.
Just as I was about to speak up to stop them, I heard a low, authoritative voice: "Everyone stop."
All eyes turned toward the voice. The old butler was helping Grandpa Scott out of the car. He looked as spirited as always, but his eyes were sharper than anyone's.
Seeing him, my heart jolted, and I softly called, "Grandpa."
I hadn't expected such a small matter to alarm him.
Scott frowned as he surveyed the scene, finally resting his gaze on my face. "Paisley."
"Grandpa."
His tone was stern yet helpless: "Can you give your grandfather some face? Let tonight's matter end here. Have him release the people. If this continues, it won't be good for anyone."
I pressed my lips together and nodded.
Actually, seeing Dominic stand up for me had already dissipated most of my anger. I knew this couldn't escalate further, or it would truly get out of control.
I turned to Dominic, "Release them."
He frowned, "You're listening to this old man?"
I shook my head, "I'm afraid that if a real fight breaks out, you'll get in trouble too."
"So you're worried about me?"
I nodded, "I suppose so."
A hint of smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, brief but bright. He was clearly pleased.
"Alright, you call the shots."
Dominic waved his hand, and his men immediately withdrew. The scene instantly quieted, and the tension that was about to snap also dissipated.
But Arnold kept staring at me. I could feel it. His gaze grew deeper, and every interaction between Dominic and me probably became thorns in his eyes.
Victoria was still crying and shouting nearby, but Arnold didn't even lift an eyelid.
After Raymond and Fiona were released, they were indignant and wanted to rush forward to scold.
"You—"
"Shut up." Scott's voice deepened, his gaze so sharp it was chilling. "Want to be hung up there again? Then I can't stop it."
Raymond angrily flicked his sleeves but didn't dare say another word.
Scott looked at everyone like he was disciplining a group of disobedient children, "Alright, it's getting late. You've vented your anger, had your fight. It's about time to disperse."
I really didn't want to waste any more time and was about to leave with Dominic when a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I turned around. It was Arnold.
His face was so dark it seemed ready to drip ink.
Actually, I had known he was staring at me all along. I just didn't want to acknowledge him.
"I need to talk to you."
Behind him, Victoria's pitiful voice rang out again, "Arnold, I'm in pain. I want to go to the hospital..."
He held me, she held him.
Looking at this scene, I found it utterly ridiculous.
"You should take care of her first."
I pushed his hand away.
Victoria was in so much pain she could barely stand, leaning against him and about to collapse, as if she might faint at any moment.
Sure enough, Arnold didn't chase after me.
I wasn't surprised at all. Victoria would always be first in his heart.
At that moment, the little one in my car was still peeking out the window. Seeing people coming out, he quickly ducked back.
Scott walked out behind me and seemed to catch a glimpse of a shadow that flashed past the car window.
He walked forward a few steps.
"Grandpa."