Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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But I knew the law wouldn't allow me to stand by and do nothing.
If I didn't save her and she died, I would very likely be charged with criminal negligence.
Moreover, there were only two people on the Ferris wheel. If she died mysteriously, I would definitely be the prime suspect.
I frowned tightly, torn inside.
Victoria's hands began to slip, her palms covered in sweat as she slowly slid down.
Seeing her desperate and fearful eyes, I heard her scream:
"Paisley! Paisley! Ah!"
Her hand slipped, her eyes wide with terror, her screams piercing the air...
My pupils contracted sharply. At the last moment, I reached out and grabbed Victoria's arm.
She had closed her eyes, preparing for the fall, but that terrifying sensation didn't come.
I held her firmly as her body swayed left and right in the air.
She looked up and saw I had saved her. There was neither gratitude nor remorse in her eyes, but rather a flash of viciousness wanting to drag me down with her.
But then she would die too.
She bit her teeth, gripping my arm tightly with both hands, her tone like giving orders: "Paisley, quickly pull me up, hurry."
My left arm was still aching, and my right arm couldn't exert much strength. Even if I hadn't been injured, I couldn't possibly pull up an adult who weighed about the same as me with one hand.
I could only hold her tightly to prevent her from falling.
But Victoria struggled desperately. My arm scraped against the iron edge of the car, painfully raw, making it even harder to hold her.
"Paisley, quickly pull me up!"
I gritted my teeth and roared: "If you don't want to die, stop moving!"
She didn't listen at all, trying to climb up using my arm. Her completely rotten and selfish nature was fully exposed.
My strength gradually drained away, my arm began trembling involuntarily, and the person in my arms slowly slipped down.
"Ah! Don't let go! Don't let go!"
Feeling weightless again, she shouted more urgently, looking up viciously: "Paisley, you're deliberately not letting me up, you want me to die, don't you? I'm telling you, if anything happens to me today, you'll pay for it. Quickly pull me up!"
"Psycho."
I cursed through gritted teeth. Seeing we were getting closer to the ground, only about eight meters left.
Falling from this height, she wouldn't die.
My arm hurt too much to hold on anymore. I finally let go.
"Paisley!"
Her eyes widened as she fell hard.
A loud "thud" as she hit the ground hard.
I gasped heavily, my arm scraped raw and numb from rubbing against the edge. I had really tried my best.
"Ah!"
Her scream pierced the air. I heard bones breaking.
Arnold's face was grim as he strode over. The person he saw was Victoria, not me.
Seeing her, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, not even noticing it himself.
Doctors immediately surrounded her.
Victoria reached up and grabbed Arnold's clothes tightly, enduring the pain and saying with difficulty: "Arnold, save me, save me..."
"I'm here, don't move for now."
Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head: "Arnold, don't leave, I'm scared..."
Arnold frowned: "How could you be so foolish? Did you want to die?"
He hadn't expected she would actually do such a thing.
"No... no..." she said tearfully, intermittently: "It wasn't me... it wasn't me who wanted to die... it was Paisley, it was Paisley... she pushed me... she wanted to kill me, she pushed me..."
I had just gotten off the Ferris wheel when I heard this, my heart tightening: "What did you say?"
"Arnold, save me, save me, don't let her come near me..." Her face was pale, full of terror, as if she had seen a devil.
I hadn't expected that after just saving her life, she would immediately turn around and bite me.
Arnold looked up with a gloomy face, his cold gaze making me shiver all over.
"I didn't push her!"
This made me fully understand that Victoria's shamelessness had no bottom line. When she failed to harm me, she turned around and slandered me.
"Victoria, before wrongly accusing others, don't you consider other possibilities? I have a recording."
I turned back to the car to get my phone.
I had recorded her voice then.
This time, I absolutely wouldn't let her falsely accuse me so easily.
If I didn't save her and she died, I would very likely be charged with criminal negligence.
Moreover, there were only two people on the Ferris wheel. If she died mysteriously, I would definitely be the prime suspect.
I frowned tightly, torn inside.
Victoria's hands began to slip, her palms covered in sweat as she slowly slid down.
Seeing her desperate and fearful eyes, I heard her scream:
"Paisley! Paisley! Ah!"
Her hand slipped, her eyes wide with terror, her screams piercing the air...
My pupils contracted sharply. At the last moment, I reached out and grabbed Victoria's arm.
She had closed her eyes, preparing for the fall, but that terrifying sensation didn't come.
I held her firmly as her body swayed left and right in the air.
She looked up and saw I had saved her. There was neither gratitude nor remorse in her eyes, but rather a flash of viciousness wanting to drag me down with her.
But then she would die too.
She bit her teeth, gripping my arm tightly with both hands, her tone like giving orders: "Paisley, quickly pull me up, hurry."
My left arm was still aching, and my right arm couldn't exert much strength. Even if I hadn't been injured, I couldn't possibly pull up an adult who weighed about the same as me with one hand.
I could only hold her tightly to prevent her from falling.
But Victoria struggled desperately. My arm scraped against the iron edge of the car, painfully raw, making it even harder to hold her.
"Paisley, quickly pull me up!"
I gritted my teeth and roared: "If you don't want to die, stop moving!"
She didn't listen at all, trying to climb up using my arm. Her completely rotten and selfish nature was fully exposed.
My strength gradually drained away, my arm began trembling involuntarily, and the person in my arms slowly slipped down.
"Ah! Don't let go! Don't let go!"
Feeling weightless again, she shouted more urgently, looking up viciously: "Paisley, you're deliberately not letting me up, you want me to die, don't you? I'm telling you, if anything happens to me today, you'll pay for it. Quickly pull me up!"
"Psycho."
I cursed through gritted teeth. Seeing we were getting closer to the ground, only about eight meters left.
Falling from this height, she wouldn't die.
My arm hurt too much to hold on anymore. I finally let go.
"Paisley!"
Her eyes widened as she fell hard.
A loud "thud" as she hit the ground hard.
I gasped heavily, my arm scraped raw and numb from rubbing against the edge. I had really tried my best.
"Ah!"
Her scream pierced the air. I heard bones breaking.
Arnold's face was grim as he strode over. The person he saw was Victoria, not me.
Seeing her, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, not even noticing it himself.
Doctors immediately surrounded her.
Victoria reached up and grabbed Arnold's clothes tightly, enduring the pain and saying with difficulty: "Arnold, save me, save me..."
"I'm here, don't move for now."
Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head: "Arnold, don't leave, I'm scared..."
Arnold frowned: "How could you be so foolish? Did you want to die?"
He hadn't expected she would actually do such a thing.
"No... no..." she said tearfully, intermittently: "It wasn't me... it wasn't me who wanted to die... it was Paisley, it was Paisley... she pushed me... she wanted to kill me, she pushed me..."
I had just gotten off the Ferris wheel when I heard this, my heart tightening: "What did you say?"
"Arnold, save me, save me, don't let her come near me..." Her face was pale, full of terror, as if she had seen a devil.
I hadn't expected that after just saving her life, she would immediately turn around and bite me.
Arnold looked up with a gloomy face, his cold gaze making me shiver all over.
"I didn't push her!"
This made me fully understand that Victoria's shamelessness had no bottom line. When she failed to harm me, she turned around and slandered me.
"Victoria, before wrongly accusing others, don't you consider other possibilities? I have a recording."
I turned back to the car to get my phone.
I had recorded her voice then.
This time, I absolutely wouldn't let her falsely accuse me so easily.
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