Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 120: Chapter 120

Facing Victoria, facing this abuser, I felt only shame and humiliation washing over me like a tide.
I tried to stand up, but Arnold's hand pressed heavily on my shoulder like an iron plate. I couldn't move.
Summer clothes were thin as paper. My knees pressed against the cold, hard floor, sending waves of bone-deep pain mixed with humiliation that suffocated me.
"Paisley, I gave you a dignified way out. You didn't want it, forcing me to take action."
I heard his cold voice.
"Arnold... this... this won't do. Although Paisley was excessive, I'm still willing to forgive her. Paisley, get up quickly."
Victoria looked at me, her voice anxious.
She supported herself on the bedside cabinet, leaning toward me as if to help me up. But her hand suddenly pressed hard on the corner of the cabinet.
The next second, the entire cabinet along with the water cup on top crashed toward me.
"Bang!"
The moment I heard that sound, a sharp pain shot through my arm.
She screamed: "Ah! Paisley!"
I didn't respond. I didn't want to respond.
Kneeling on the ground, I felt the cabinet hit precisely on my previously injured arm. The pain was like needles piercing into my bones.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to look up, meeting Arnold's eyes directly.
In that moment, looking at him, I didn't know what he saw. But I knew that if he had any heart at all, he should see the disappointment in my eyes and the undisguised, intense hatred.
He was slightly stunned, as if something had struck his chest. I didn't know if he truly felt sorry, and I didn't care.
I didn't wait for him to help me. I stood up from the ground myself. My gaze remained fixed on them - cold, sharp, and unmasked.
Victoria put on a frightened appearance, softly calling: "Paisley..."
I ignored her completely.
Arnold finally released her and came over to check my arm.
I shook him off: "Don't touch me."
The movement was too sudden, causing cold sweat to break out on my forehead from the pain, but I didn't want him to see any sign of my vulnerability.
Only then did he finally notice my condition. He grabbed my arm and immediately knew I was seriously injured.
It was obvious - I hadn't even made a move to block the falling cabinet. I simply couldn't move that hand.
"Why didn't you say you were injured?" he growled in a low voice.
I looked at him and laughed coldly.
What would be the point of saying anything? When have I ever been able to convince you of anything?
If I were Victoria, even just a scrape would have you nervous enough for the whole world to know. But I'm Paisley.
He clenched his jaw and suddenly bent down to pick me up. I struggled briefly but couldn't break free.
"Arnold... Arnold..." Victoria called anxiously from behind. I heard her but dismissed it with contempt.
He ignored her and left directly with me.
Third Person Perspective
In the hospital room, Fiona looked much better, smiling with satisfaction.
"Victoria, Arnold still has you in his heart. Look how he just punished Paisley for you - so satisfying," Fiona said, feeling relieved as she came to Victoria's side.
But Victoria's face showed no pleasure.
She could tell that Arnold's punishment of Paisley wasn't because of her, but because Paisley had repeatedly defied him and angered him, so he struck hard.
His concern and heartache for Paisley just now was his most genuine reaction.
Such worry and heartache was something she had never seen before.
"Mom, do you know? When I fell from eight meters high on the Ferris wheel, when Arnold rushed over and saw me, do you know what I saw?"
"What?"
Victoria trembled as she clenched her fists: "He breathed a sigh of relief."
"What do you mean?" Fiona didn't understand.
"It wasn't Paisley who fell, but me. He breathed a sigh of relief."
Victoria had always been good at reading people's expressions. In that moment, when Arnold saw her and she saw Arnold, she clearly saw him sigh in relief.
Because it wasn't Paisley who had fallen.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
If she and Paisley both jumped down, who would Arnold save?
The answer seemed clear.
"How could that be? You must have seen wrong. Arnold still loves you," Fiona comforted.
"Love?" Victoria laughed bitterly, shaking her head lightly.
Whether a man truly loved her or not, she could tell.
It was precisely because she could tell that she worked harder, more desperately to hold onto him. Without love, she could only rely on schemes to drive away the women around him.
"Dad, help me with something. Paisley made a recording in the car. I'm afraid her phone will be found. Quickly send people to look for it."
"Why didn't you mention such an important thing earlier?" Raymond immediately went out with his phone.
Arnold brought me to the doctor's office, his face cold the entire way.
The doctor was startled seeing someone barge in radiating such coldness, backing away. Arnold placed me in a chair: "Her arm is injured."
The doctor said: "Please... wait in line..."
Arnold frowned.
"Actually uh..e in," the doctor quickly changed his tune, afraid he might lose his temper.
I said coldly: "You, get out."
The doctor was stunned, then seemed to understand something and bravely said: "Sir, please step outside."
Arnold stared at me, then turned and left.
The doctor came over, asking where I was hurt. I didn't answer.
I looked up at her.
"Help me. He beats me."