Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 116: Chapter 116
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She looked down and saw it, snorting coldly, "Recording? You think recording will help? You're going to die here tonight - what good will a recording do?"
"You're insane! If something happens to me, do you think you can escape responsibility?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm the Hayes family's young lady - the family has the power to protect me. Just like when I hired someone to kill your daughter, you put in so much effort but couldn't do anything to me. I'll say you fell down yourself, and Arnold will believe me. Paisley, just go die."
She was fearless, not afraid of taking responsibility at all. In her eyes, human life was worthless - there were plenty of people who could help her turn black into white, and in the end it would be easily whitewashed just like Elodie's incident.
I clenched my teeth, coldness rising in my heart: "So it was you who harmed Elodie."
"You're admitting Elodie is your daughter too. Paisley, you've disguised yourself so well to keep the child from being taken back by the Cavendish family."
I stopped hiding: "Yes, so I won't let you go."
Someday, I would send Victoria to prison and make her pay for harming Elodie.
"Let's see if you can stay alive first."
She lunged at me again like a wild dog. I couldn't dodge in time and was pushed off balance.
Half my body was hanging outside.
That feeling of weightlessness made my whole body go weak. The wind cut like knives, and fear surged over me like a tide.
Victoria's eyes were vicious as she reached out to push me down...
"Ah!"
A scream pierced the air.
"Sir! Look up there!"
Neil's pupils trembled with shock.
Arnold was questioning the staff when he looked up and saw someone fall out of a car.
His pupils contracted sharply as he pushed through the crowd, instinctively walking forward.
The person had grabbed onto something and hadn't fallen, hanging in the air by their arms alone.
He couldn't see clearly who it was, but there were only Victoria and me on the Ferris wheel.
That figure looked more like me.
Arnold's heart was violently seized.
In that moment, everyone's hearts were suspended.
Arnold grabbed a nearby staff member urgently: "Is there any way to make this thing go faster?"
The staff member was sweating profusely, answering in panic: "The Ferris wheel's speed is pre-controlled. It's very difficult to adjust quickly."
Arnold's face was tense as he strode forward, his mind filled with flashing images of me.
Neil quickly held him back: "Sir, you can't go over there. If the person up there falls..."
He thought of the worst possibility - if that person fell, Arnold would very likely be hit if he got close. This height was too dangerous.
Above, I had been prepared. When Victoria reached out, I suddenly grabbed her hand while using my other hand and waist to pull myself back into the car.
She couldn't stop in time and lunged out, falling outside.
The moment she fell out, the feeling of weightlessness made me hear her screams.
She grabbed onto a rod on the car wall. Below was a hundred-meter drop with howling wind, and she was barely hanging on by one hand, precarious.
Fear and weightlessness exploded instantly.
Victoria completely panicked, screaming and desperately begging me to save her:
"Paisley, save me, save me, quickly save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Her voice trembled with desperation.
I barely controlled my body, stumbling back into the car, my legs so weak I nearly collapsed.
My heart was pounding violently from the earlier impact, and the pain in my arm was like needles.
Her cries came from the distance:
"Paisley, save me, save me, please save me, I don't want to die..."
Only I could save her.
She seemed to forget she had just tried to harm me, now kneeling in mid-air begging for my help. The scene was truly ironic.
I crouched on the ground, both afraid and conflicted, looking at that swaying figure outside the window.
The Ferris wheel was slowly descending, but was still dozens of meters from the safe ground. Falling from that height would definitely be fatal.
Victoria's face was pale. Seeing me, hope flashed in her eyes as she looked up and shouted:
"Paisley, save me... I was wrong, can you pull me up? I don't want to die, please save me? I really was wrong..."
Hearing her pleas for help, I felt no emotion at all.
She had wanted to kill me, and now she was reaping what she sowed. I even felt somewhat gleeful.
"You're insane! If something happens to me, do you think you can escape responsibility?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm the Hayes family's young lady - the family has the power to protect me. Just like when I hired someone to kill your daughter, you put in so much effort but couldn't do anything to me. I'll say you fell down yourself, and Arnold will believe me. Paisley, just go die."
She was fearless, not afraid of taking responsibility at all. In her eyes, human life was worthless - there were plenty of people who could help her turn black into white, and in the end it would be easily whitewashed just like Elodie's incident.
I clenched my teeth, coldness rising in my heart: "So it was you who harmed Elodie."
"You're admitting Elodie is your daughter too. Paisley, you've disguised yourself so well to keep the child from being taken back by the Cavendish family."
I stopped hiding: "Yes, so I won't let you go."
Someday, I would send Victoria to prison and make her pay for harming Elodie.
"Let's see if you can stay alive first."
She lunged at me again like a wild dog. I couldn't dodge in time and was pushed off balance.
Half my body was hanging outside.
That feeling of weightlessness made my whole body go weak. The wind cut like knives, and fear surged over me like a tide.
Victoria's eyes were vicious as she reached out to push me down...
"Ah!"
A scream pierced the air.
"Sir! Look up there!"
Neil's pupils trembled with shock.
Arnold was questioning the staff when he looked up and saw someone fall out of a car.
His pupils contracted sharply as he pushed through the crowd, instinctively walking forward.
The person had grabbed onto something and hadn't fallen, hanging in the air by their arms alone.
He couldn't see clearly who it was, but there were only Victoria and me on the Ferris wheel.
That figure looked more like me.
Arnold's heart was violently seized.
In that moment, everyone's hearts were suspended.
Arnold grabbed a nearby staff member urgently: "Is there any way to make this thing go faster?"
The staff member was sweating profusely, answering in panic: "The Ferris wheel's speed is pre-controlled. It's very difficult to adjust quickly."
Arnold's face was tense as he strode forward, his mind filled with flashing images of me.
Neil quickly held him back: "Sir, you can't go over there. If the person up there falls..."
He thought of the worst possibility - if that person fell, Arnold would very likely be hit if he got close. This height was too dangerous.
Above, I had been prepared. When Victoria reached out, I suddenly grabbed her hand while using my other hand and waist to pull myself back into the car.
She couldn't stop in time and lunged out, falling outside.
The moment she fell out, the feeling of weightlessness made me hear her screams.
She grabbed onto a rod on the car wall. Below was a hundred-meter drop with howling wind, and she was barely hanging on by one hand, precarious.
Fear and weightlessness exploded instantly.
Victoria completely panicked, screaming and desperately begging me to save her:
"Paisley, save me, save me, quickly save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Her voice trembled with desperation.
I barely controlled my body, stumbling back into the car, my legs so weak I nearly collapsed.
My heart was pounding violently from the earlier impact, and the pain in my arm was like needles.
Her cries came from the distance:
"Paisley, save me, save me, please save me, I don't want to die..."
Only I could save her.
She seemed to forget she had just tried to harm me, now kneeling in mid-air begging for my help. The scene was truly ironic.
I crouched on the ground, both afraid and conflicted, looking at that swaying figure outside the window.
The Ferris wheel was slowly descending, but was still dozens of meters from the safe ground. Falling from that height would definitely be fatal.
Victoria's face was pale. Seeing me, hope flashed in her eyes as she looked up and shouted:
"Paisley, save me... I was wrong, can you pull me up? I don't want to die, please save me? I really was wrong..."
Hearing her pleas for help, I felt no emotion at all.
She had wanted to kill me, and now she was reaping what she sowed. I even felt somewhat gleeful.
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