Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Elodie sealed her lips tight, staring at Arnold with big eyes, wearing an expression that said 'you'll never get anything out of me.'
Even Arnold, who commanded wind and rain in the business world, was helpless against one crying little girl.
The two boys who had run away first panicked seeing Elodie get caught.
Callum wanted to run out and save Elodie, but Rowan stopped him. Rowan said calmly: "We look somewhat like the bad daddy. If we go out, we won't be able to save Elodie and will only cause trouble for Mommy."
"Then what about Elodie?"
"Find Mommy first."
Callum shivered all over, clenching his little bottom and covering it with both hands—he felt like his bottom was about to bloom.
The phone rang—it was Paisley calling.
Unable to find all three children, Paisley was nearly frantic with worry.
"We're sooo dead, it's Mommy calling." Callum scratched his head anxiously.
"Answer it." Rowan had already taken the call.
Paisley's voice came through: "Rowan, Callum, where did you go? Where's your sister? Is she with you?"
"Elodie... Elodie..." Callum's voice trembled with anxiety.
Before I could speak, Rowan had already calmly explained: "Mommy, Elodie was taken away by Arnold..."
For a moment, I wondered if I had heard wrong.
My mind went completely blank. I was silent for a full ten seconds before finally reacting.
"You... this... Elodie... I..." I was so anxious my words got tangled, unable to form complete sentences. Finally, I took a deep breath and asked nervously, "Did he recognize you?"
Rowan answered decisively: "No."
I nearly collapsed to the floor.
Thank goodness he didn't recognize them!
I forced myself to calm down. "Come back first. Mommy will figure something out."
"Okay."
As soon as I hung up, my phone screen lit up again—an unknown number.
My heart sank with an ominous feeling.
My finger trembled, but I still answered.
A cold, familiar male voice came through: "Are you the child's mother?"
I paused, steadying my voice: "I am."
"Your daughter is with me."
My heart plummeted.
It was him.
Arnold's voice, so cold and hard it made me instinctively hug myself.
"What do you want?" I forced myself to stay calm.
"Regent Hotel. Come pick her up." After saying this, I could hear Elodie's intermittent crying in the background.
I panicked immediately. "I understand the situation. We can talk this through reasonably—I'll compensate for any damages. Don't hurt my child!"
I heard him pause for a second, as if considering something.
On the other end, Elodie's crying came in waves, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. The little girl was clearly emotionally unstable, crying for a while, then stopping, then starting to sob again.
Arnold seemed to rub his temples with some annoyance. "I have no interest in harming a child, but you need to explain this situation in person."
He paused, then continued: "A child wouldn't know words like 'wife-abandoning, child-abandoning' out of nowhere. I want to know who she learned this from."
With that, he hung up.
I listened to the dial tone, my hand shaking as I held the phone.
Elodie was still crying, but I could only stand here in a daze.
I immediately wanted to rush out, but after taking one step, I stopped.
No.
I had already encountered him once at the auction. Meeting again so soon would be too frequent—he would eventually become suspicious.
My current identity wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.
If he looked at me twice more—he would definitely recognize that I was Paisley.
Once he recognized me, he would definitely know Elodie was his daughter.
I couldn't take that risk.
I stood frozen, feeling cold all over, my mind in chaos.
But I quickly picked up my phone and called Clara.
"Hello?" She answered unusually fast.
"I have an emergency. Can you come? I'll send you the location." I tried to make my voice sound normal, but it still shook.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
Half an hour later, I drove Clara, Rowan, and Callum to the Regent Hotel entrance.
I had briefly explained the situation to Clara on the way.
Now I needed her to pretend to be Elodie's mother and safely bring her out.
I sat in the driver's seat, looking at that familiar yet cold hotel entrance, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Paisley, are you sure this method will work?" Clara asked with some concern.
"I'm sure." I turned back and gripped her hand tightly. "Clara, I'm entrusting Elodie to you."
She looked at me, then nodded, patting her chest lightly. "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring Elodie back."
I watched her get out of the car, seeing her stride toward the hotel with determination and imposing presence.
And I could only sit in the car, waiting with Rowan and Callum.
I closed my eyes, silently praying—
Please let this go smoothly.
Don't let us be discovered.
Don't let anything go wrong.
Don't let him know... she's his daughter.
Third Person Perspective
"Waaaaahhhhh..." Elodie sat on the sofa, covering her face with her chubby little hands, crying heartbrokenly with her head tilted back.
Arnold sat nearby, frowning as he watched.
Neil ran to several places and came back with a pile of candy. "Sir."
Arnold glanced at the handful of candy. "This is your solution?"
Neil tugged at the corner of his mouth. "All children love candy, sir. You should coax her."
"I should what?"
This little girl was brought back by you yourself—if you don't coax her, who will?
Arnold looked at Elodie, who wouldn't stop crying, and helplessly stood up, walked over, and picked her up directly, holding her in his arms.
Elodie was very light—Arnold could easily hold her with one arm.
Elodie's little bottom sat on his forearm as she looked at his grim face with red eyes.
"Didn't your parents teach you that crying doesn't solve problems?"
Elodie sobbed intermittently. "If Elodie doesn't cry, will you let Elodie go right away?"
"No."
Elodie pressed her little lips together, tears pattering down.
Arnold looked at her pitiful appearance, his cold heart softening slightly. He picked up a candy and coaxed her: "Want one?"
Even Arnold, who commanded wind and rain in the business world, was helpless against one crying little girl.
The two boys who had run away first panicked seeing Elodie get caught.
Callum wanted to run out and save Elodie, but Rowan stopped him. Rowan said calmly: "We look somewhat like the bad daddy. If we go out, we won't be able to save Elodie and will only cause trouble for Mommy."
"Then what about Elodie?"
"Find Mommy first."
Callum shivered all over, clenching his little bottom and covering it with both hands—he felt like his bottom was about to bloom.
The phone rang—it was Paisley calling.
Unable to find all three children, Paisley was nearly frantic with worry.
"We're sooo dead, it's Mommy calling." Callum scratched his head anxiously.
"Answer it." Rowan had already taken the call.
Paisley's voice came through: "Rowan, Callum, where did you go? Where's your sister? Is she with you?"
"Elodie... Elodie..." Callum's voice trembled with anxiety.
Before I could speak, Rowan had already calmly explained: "Mommy, Elodie was taken away by Arnold..."
For a moment, I wondered if I had heard wrong.
My mind went completely blank. I was silent for a full ten seconds before finally reacting.
"You... this... Elodie... I..." I was so anxious my words got tangled, unable to form complete sentences. Finally, I took a deep breath and asked nervously, "Did he recognize you?"
Rowan answered decisively: "No."
I nearly collapsed to the floor.
Thank goodness he didn't recognize them!
I forced myself to calm down. "Come back first. Mommy will figure something out."
"Okay."
As soon as I hung up, my phone screen lit up again—an unknown number.
My heart sank with an ominous feeling.
My finger trembled, but I still answered.
A cold, familiar male voice came through: "Are you the child's mother?"
I paused, steadying my voice: "I am."
"Your daughter is with me."
My heart plummeted.
It was him.
Arnold's voice, so cold and hard it made me instinctively hug myself.
"What do you want?" I forced myself to stay calm.
"Regent Hotel. Come pick her up." After saying this, I could hear Elodie's intermittent crying in the background.
I panicked immediately. "I understand the situation. We can talk this through reasonably—I'll compensate for any damages. Don't hurt my child!"
I heard him pause for a second, as if considering something.
On the other end, Elodie's crying came in waves, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. The little girl was clearly emotionally unstable, crying for a while, then stopping, then starting to sob again.
Arnold seemed to rub his temples with some annoyance. "I have no interest in harming a child, but you need to explain this situation in person."
He paused, then continued: "A child wouldn't know words like 'wife-abandoning, child-abandoning' out of nowhere. I want to know who she learned this from."
With that, he hung up.
I listened to the dial tone, my hand shaking as I held the phone.
Elodie was still crying, but I could only stand here in a daze.
I immediately wanted to rush out, but after taking one step, I stopped.
No.
I had already encountered him once at the auction. Meeting again so soon would be too frequent—he would eventually become suspicious.
My current identity wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.
If he looked at me twice more—he would definitely recognize that I was Paisley.
Once he recognized me, he would definitely know Elodie was his daughter.
I couldn't take that risk.
I stood frozen, feeling cold all over, my mind in chaos.
But I quickly picked up my phone and called Clara.
"Hello?" She answered unusually fast.
"I have an emergency. Can you come? I'll send you the location." I tried to make my voice sound normal, but it still shook.
"What happened?"
"I'll tell you when you get here."
Half an hour later, I drove Clara, Rowan, and Callum to the Regent Hotel entrance.
I had briefly explained the situation to Clara on the way.
Now I needed her to pretend to be Elodie's mother and safely bring her out.
I sat in the driver's seat, looking at that familiar yet cold hotel entrance, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Paisley, are you sure this method will work?" Clara asked with some concern.
"I'm sure." I turned back and gripped her hand tightly. "Clara, I'm entrusting Elodie to you."
She looked at me, then nodded, patting her chest lightly. "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring Elodie back."
I watched her get out of the car, seeing her stride toward the hotel with determination and imposing presence.
And I could only sit in the car, waiting with Rowan and Callum.
I closed my eyes, silently praying—
Please let this go smoothly.
Don't let us be discovered.
Don't let anything go wrong.
Don't let him know... she's his daughter.
Third Person Perspective
"Waaaaahhhhh..." Elodie sat on the sofa, covering her face with her chubby little hands, crying heartbrokenly with her head tilted back.
Arnold sat nearby, frowning as he watched.
Neil ran to several places and came back with a pile of candy. "Sir."
Arnold glanced at the handful of candy. "This is your solution?"
Neil tugged at the corner of his mouth. "All children love candy, sir. You should coax her."
"I should what?"
This little girl was brought back by you yourself—if you don't coax her, who will?
Arnold looked at Elodie, who wouldn't stop crying, and helplessly stood up, walked over, and picked her up directly, holding her in his arms.
Elodie was very light—Arnold could easily hold her with one arm.
Elodie's little bottom sat on his forearm as she looked at his grim face with red eyes.
"Didn't your parents teach you that crying doesn't solve problems?"
Elodie sobbed intermittently. "If Elodie doesn't cry, will you let Elodie go right away?"
"No."
Elodie pressed her little lips together, tears pattering down.
Arnold looked at her pitiful appearance, his cold heart softening slightly. He picked up a candy and coaxed her: "Want one?"
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