Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 118: Chapter 118

I returned to the car and hurriedly searched for my phone, but after looking everywhere several times, it was nowhere to be found.
It might have been thrown during the struggle with Victoria.
This sudden sense of loss made my heart feel cold.
Outside, doctors were examining Victoria, but she forced herself not to collapse, desperately staring at me.
She looked extremely nervous, with a splitting headache but not daring to faint.
Only after seeing I hadn't brought anything out did she continue: "Arnold, I don't know why Paisley hates me so much, she wants me dead..."
Victoria leaned against Arnold, tears streaming down uncontrollably, her face pale and full of fear toward me.
This appearance of hers was so pitiful it almost made one want to cry.
"Just because of Elodie's incident, Paisley, how many more times do I have to explain before you'll believe me? I really didn't harm Elodie. What will it take for you to let me go? This morning you wanted to kill me, tonight you came to my house, and now... Arnold, I'm really so scared..."
Arnold initially didn't believe it,
But he thought of this morning's incident, thought of me attacking Victoria in front of him at the Hayes family home. His heart began to darken, full of suspicion toward me.
"You won't be satisfied until you kill her, will you?"
He didn't give me a chance to speak. This sentence fell like a verdict.
My heart felt desolate.
I would admit to things I had done, but things I hadn't done, I would never acknowledge.
"I'll say it again - I didn't push her. Murder is illegal, and I want to live. She arranged everything. She calculated that you would bring me to find her. She dragged me onto the Ferris wheel wanting to kill me."
I spoke clearly and unambiguously.
Victoria leaned in Arnold's arms sobbing softly, full of grievance and sadness: "Paisley, you misunderstood me. If you want to harm me, I'll accept it, but why do you still slander me? I..."
She choked up, closed her eyes, tears sliding down, beautiful enough to break one's heart.
Looking at her, I suddenly felt I could never learn this kind of pretense.
Before I could speak, Arnold suddenly said: "You say she wanted to push you, but why wasn't you the one who fell?"
This sentence hit hard on my already broken heart.
Clearly, he had completely believed Victoria's words.
"That's because I fought desperately to resist, so she fell out of the car. If I hadn't saved her, she would be dead now."
"You saved her? I only saw you let go of her hand in mid-air."
He didn't know what really happened in the car, but he had indeed seen me let go.
I had nothing to say.
At this moment, all my explanations seemed like pale and powerless excuses in his eyes.
I bit my lips and nodded.
I didn't want to continue this conversation anymore.
However he viewed it, I was powerless to change it.
I turned to leave.
Arnold stood up, caught up, and grabbed me.
But Victoria's parents arrived, and doctors urged Victoria to go to the hospital, so he had to temporarily let me go.
His eyes told me he wouldn't let this go.
Back at the hotel, I went straight to my room and efficiently picked up the two little ones.
They were worried about me, seeing my panicked expression as if I were fleeing for my life.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Rowan frowned, looking at me with concern.
"I've prepared a new room for you. You'll sleep there."
"Why? Can't we sleep here?"
Of course they could, but from Arnold's expression earlier, he would come looking for me again. I had to be prepared.
"Mommy has some things to handle later. You be good and sleep well in the new room."
I took them to the new room and closed the door.
Though the two children didn't understand why, they both sensed something was wrong from my expression and felt something bad was going to happen.
Shortly after returning to my room, Arnold came as expected.
He stood at the door, saying coldly: "Open the door."
Hearing those two words, I could feel his anger.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and met his frighteningly gloomy face.
"Arnold, when will you believe me? I didn't push her. There were only two of us in that car. If she had really died, could I have escaped? Do you think I'd be stupid enough to risk myself to harm her?"
"Ready to tell the truth?" Arnold asked coldly. "You pushed her down. When she didn't immediately fall to her death, you were afraid of taking responsibility, so you saved her. But when she was only eight meters from the ground, you deliberately let go, letting her get injured."
I was stunned: "Why can you think so maliciously about every word I say?"
"Because you are malicious. Paisley, since you came back, how many times have you bullied her? Can you still count clearly?"
"Malicious? I bullied her?"
I thought I was no longer afraid of these words, but hearing them still made my heart tighten, almost unable to breathe.
"What about Victoria? What is she in your eyes? Gentle? Harmless? Kind? Fragile?"
Arnold was silent for a long while, those deep eyes seeming to say everything.
He reached out and grabbed my wrist: "Come with me."
"Where? To apologize to your gentle, harmless, kind, fragile sweetheart?"
"Don't you think you need to apologize? Paisley, Victoria and the Hayes family have been tolerant of you for so long - they've been very generous."
"Tolerant?"
My eyes suddenly reddened: "Arnold, do you know what they did to me behind the scenes? Victoria threatened Elodie with a knife this morning, demanding I kneel and apologize. Tonight the Hayes family came to my house to set fires and destroy things. If they hadn't provoked me first, why would I attack them? Why should I apologize to them?"
Arnold's expression instantly turned cold - clearly he hadn't known about these things before.
I took the opportunity to say: "Many things - you could find out I'm telling the truth if you just investigated. Why don't you investigate?"
I shook off his hand and shouted at him:
"We're still technically not divorced. Why can't you have more trust in me as your wife? Why do you always favor others? You asked me before why I wanted a divorce - Arnold, look at me now. This is your answer. I'm in pain. Being with you, I've endured too much malice and grievance. Do you know that?"
Arnold's hands hung at his sides, gradually clenching into fists.