Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 114: Chapter 114

I had just struggled to get away from him when he pulled me back again.
His arms were strong and powerful - he could subdue me with one hand.
At this moment my bathrobe had come loose, and he could see everything underneath clearly.
I felt utterly humiliated. What gave him the right to treat me this way?
Was I some toy in his hands? To examine whenever he wanted?
I absolutely would not allow him to touch me!
My hand touched my bag with self-defense items. Having experienced danger before, I always kept weapons in my bag - like a folding knife.
I pulled out the small knife and held it directly to his throat, my eyes fierce, my voice trembling but full of danger: "Try touching me again!"
Arnold's eyes were full of gloom as he looked down at me: "You want to kill me?"
"You touched me first, Arnold. You're asking for death yourself."
I was like an enraged hedgehog - whoever dared touch me, I would hurt them.
"Do you dare?"
He ignored the blade, his deep eyes staring at me intently.
Toward my threat, he showed more disdain than anything else.
He simply didn't believe I had that kind of courage.
Sure enough, when he pressed down, I instinctively pulled my hand back.
He looked at me calmly.
My heart sank, knowing I wasn't ruthless enough.
How could I not be ruthless?
He was treating me this way - how could I still be soft-hearted?
Thinking this, I bit down hard and pressed the dagger forward with all my might. The sharp blade sliced across his skin, easily drawing a line of blood.
The cool sensation on Arnold's neck made my heart race.
I watched him raise his hand to touch it, blood staining his fingertips. He frowned tightly, clearly not expecting me to be so heartless.
He stared at me, a trace of surprise in his eyes, seeming to understand that I truly wanted to hurt him.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, I forcefully pushed him away, pulled my bathrobe tight, and quickly retreated several steps.
He stood up, his sharp gaze fixed on me like knives piercing my heart.
He could feel my gaze wandering over him - fear, disgust, alienation.
But my gaze toward Dominic was trust, relaxation, and tenderness.
The difference was too great.
Thinking of this, the dark melancholy in his eyes grew heavier, anger gradually consuming his rationality, his entire being radiating a chilling coldness.
"Holding a knife and wanting to hurt people - Paisley, Victoria didn't wrongly accuse you today, did she?"
I remembered this afternoon when Victoria had run out of the hospital room in panic, claiming I wanted to kill her. I had been holding a small knife then too.
I laughed coldly: "If I could, I really would want to send you both to meet Satan together."
Arnold's gaze fell on me with knife-like coldness when his phone rang.
"What is it?" he asked.
Fiona's crying voice came through the phone: "Arnold, Victoria can't be found anywhere. She left by herself and won't answer her phone. After suffering such grievances today, what if she can't think straight? What should we do?"
I watched Arnold frown.
"Have you searched everywhere?" he asked.
"We've looked everywhere, no one's seen her. Victoria cares so much about face - tonight's events practically killed her."
I could feel Arnold's guilt and self-blame.
"I'll send people to look for her." He hung up and his sharp gaze locked onto me again.
"You've bullied Victoria again and again, and now she can't think straight. Are you satisfied?"
I frowned, but didn't believe Victoria would be so selfish as to want to die. It was just acting.
"You say I bullied her? Do you know what she's done?"
I took out my phone, ready to show him the video Clara had recorded this morning, to let him see Victoria's truly malicious nature beneath her flawless surface.