Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 119: Chapter 119

I was rarely hysterical, my emotions on the verge of complete collapse.
Looking at me, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand had penetrated through and was gripping his heart, repeatedly kneading and torturing it.
This feeling was even stronger than when he saw Victoria fall from the heights.
When Victoria cried and sobbed, his first reaction wasn't heartache, but more of instinctive concern and worry, even some annoyance.
But now, watching the tears slide down from the corners of my eyes, he couldn't suppress the heartache within.
Hearing what I said, he even began to doubt whether his judgment was wrong.
But thinking again, between Paisley and Victoria, Victoria was always the one who got hurt.
What reason would Victoria have to repeatedly harm herself and frame a woman who had nothing to do with her?
Not to mention this morning's incident - just looking at tonight's scene where I and Dominick hung up a group of Hayes family members, the way I held a whip and lashed Victoria, he had seen with his own eyes. With such a vicious nature, who could say this woman was innocent?
He pressed his lips tightly, forcing himself to withdraw his sympathy for me.
"After saying so much, it's all just to make yourself appear innocent and pitiful, isn't it?"
"You dared to attack Victoria right in front of me, let alone what you do behind my back. Paisley, stop making excuses. You're not that innocent."
I clearly knew he wouldn't believe me, yet I still couldn't help desperately trying to defend myself.
Gritting my back teeth, I struggled to hold back the tears in my eyes.
"Go apologize. This isn't negotiable."
He didn't give me any chance to resist, dragging me outside.
Being forcibly pulled like this, my dislocated arm sent waves of intense pain.
I followed Arnold into the hospital.
Victoria lay on the hospital bed with a fractured leg, her body weak and face pale.
She moved her head slightly, looking toward us, calling softly: "Arnold..."
As soon as we approached, Fiona became emotional, her eyes full of anger as she suddenly slapped me hard across the face.
My hand was being held by Arnold, so I couldn't dodge at all.
A numb stinging pain shot through my right cheek as I turned my head away.
"Paisley, after harming her like this, you still dare to come?" Fiona gritted her teeth. "What did Victoria ever do to offend you? How dare you be so vicious to her!"
She raised her hand again, but Arnold quickly pulled me behind him and grabbed Fiona's arm: "Who gave you permission to hit her?"
I backhanded Fiona with a slap in return.
She was stunned, her face twisted to one side.
Arnold was momentarily surprised, looking at me coldly.
I said calmly: "She has no right to hit me. If she hits me, I hit back."
Victoria struggled to sit up, calling out urgently: "Arnold, did you bring Paisley here just so my mother could get hit?"
I looked up at Victoria, my voice dripping with sarcasm: "Selective blindness? Can't see that your mother struck first?"
She bit her lip, saying softly: "She's an elder."
"Whose elder?" I raised an eyebrow. "Mine? In my eyes, she's nothing but a dog barking wildly in front of me. So are you."
Victoria couldn't take it anymore, her eyes reddening.
Fiona covered her face and shouted: "Call the police! Tonight she broke into our house and humiliated us. We let her go for Scott and Arnold's sake, but now she's harmed Victoria and hit me. We must send her to prison!"
Ignoring the severe pain in my arm, I broke free from Arnold's grip: "Fine, call the police. When they come to investigate, I have evidence!"
Victoria immediately remembered that video - the one of her threatening Elodie with a knife. She absolutely couldn't let Arnold see it; it would ruin her image.
She quickly stopped her parents: "No need to call the police. As long as Paisley apologizes to me, I'm willing to give her a chance to reform."
Fiona said angrily: "She bullied you and you're still speaking up for her?"
Victoria's tone was gentle: "Everyone makes mistakes. We should give her a chance. Paisley, as long as you apologize, I won't pursue this matter further."
Apologize? I hadn't done anything wrong. Why should I?
Arnold commanded coldly: "Apologize."
Four people stood there looking at me, waiting for me to compromise.
But I wasn't someone who would compromise.
"Call the police then, let them investigate. Apologize? Impossible."
Victoria looked distressed: "I just want to hear you say sorry. I don't want to make this bigger. Must you escalate it?"
The more she spoke, the more I refused to admit fault.
Arnold's scales clearly tipped toward Victoria: "Paisley, you did wrong. Others aren't pursuing it - is giving an apology so difficult?"
I stood firm: "I did nothing wrong. I didn't push her. I won't apologize."
His anger ignited as he stepped forward and grabbed my arm, his grip so tight it made my injured arm ache.
"I'll ask you again - will you apologize or not?"
I remained silent, my eyes telling him it was impossible.
Since that was the case, he was determined to teach me a lesson.
He kicked hard at the back of my knees.
Completely unprepared, my knees gave way and I collapsed to the ground.