Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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The doctor was stunned, then immediately composed herself and nodded: "Alright."
I stayed in the examination room without saying another word.
After a while, Arnold returned, pushing the door open: "How is she?"
I didn't look at him.
The doctor spoke indifferently: "Dislocated shoulder, just reset. She's severely swollen and needs ice treatment and bandage fixation. Don't move it during this period."
"What caused the shoulder dislocation?" he asked.
The doctor looked at him strangely, her tone cold: "Forceful impact. And she forced herself to use this hand, which is why it's so swollen."
He frowned. I knew what he was thinking - he finally remembered that this injury was sustained in the Ferris wheel car.
I picked up the examination report and walked out without glancing at him once.
He followed.
Then he was stopped by two police officers.
"Mr. Cavendish, you're suspected of domestic violence. Please cooperate with our investigation."
I stopped and looked back at him, my gaze ice-cold.
When the police stopped him, I felt his gaze still following me. That burning, heavy stare landed on my back like needles, stabbing at my nerves one by one.
I didn't look back.
Step by step, I walked out of the hospital. With each step, I felt a part of my body empty out, but I told myself I couldn't stop.
At the hospital entrance, a familiar car stopped in front of me.
The door opened and Dominick got out, his murderous aura almost overflowing.
When his gaze fell on me, his expression changed instantly. Seeing my current state, he looked ready to tear apart everyone in that hospital.
I reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go back first. I'm tired."
My voice was light but serious. He looked at me, silent for a few seconds, then said nothing and helped me into the car.
Back at the hotel, I didn't go find Rowan and Callum.
I was afraid they would be scared seeing me like this.
I just returned to my room alone, sitting on the sofa in the empty, eerily quiet space that made me feel cold.
I sat for a long time, a heavy weight pressing on my chest making it hard to breathe. Though I felt miserable enough to die, not a single tear would fall.
Reaching for my phone, I suddenly remembered - I had lost my phone on the Ferris wheel.
I was stunned. The phone contained important things, especially that recording.
I was unwilling to give up. Really unwilling.
I hated being wrongly accused and wouldn't allow it.
I closed my eyes, trying hard to remember when the phone had dropped. I couldn't recall it slipping from my hands or seeing it fall.
Maybe... it was still in that car.
I suddenly opened my eyes and stood up.
I had to find it - not just the phone, but the only trump card I had left for myself.
Third Person Perspective
Arnold was released shortly after being taken to the police station - such matters couldn't really harm him.
Coming out of the station, Arnold's face was so dark that Neil didn't dare look at him, only following silently behind.
"Do you have results from what I asked you to investigate?" Arnold suddenly stopped and asked.
Neil approached apprehensively: "There was one surveillance camera nearby, but it was broken and showed nothing. However, someone who went tonight said they saw Miss Hayes forcibly drag Miss Reynolds into the Ferris wheel."
"Paisley didn't go up herself?"
"No, Miss Hayes pulled Miss Reynolds up."
Arnold was silent for a moment, seeming to think of something: "Go to the hospital."
Neil thought that since Paisley had gotten Arnold taken to the police station, Arnold would first want to settle accounts with Paisley. He didn't expect Arnold to go to the hospital to find Victoria.
"Boss, it's very late now."
"Go anyway."
He had to understand what happened tonight.
"Yes."
Hospital.
Victoria still wasn't asleep, with Raymond having gone back and Fiona staying to accompany her.
Seeing Arnold enter, Victoria's expression froze slightly before she reacted, sitting up: "Arnold, how did you get back? Where's Paisley? Is she alright?"
Arnold's eyes carried hidden fury: "I have something to ask you."
I stayed in the examination room without saying another word.
After a while, Arnold returned, pushing the door open: "How is she?"
I didn't look at him.
The doctor spoke indifferently: "Dislocated shoulder, just reset. She's severely swollen and needs ice treatment and bandage fixation. Don't move it during this period."
"What caused the shoulder dislocation?" he asked.
The doctor looked at him strangely, her tone cold: "Forceful impact. And she forced herself to use this hand, which is why it's so swollen."
He frowned. I knew what he was thinking - he finally remembered that this injury was sustained in the Ferris wheel car.
I picked up the examination report and walked out without glancing at him once.
He followed.
Then he was stopped by two police officers.
"Mr. Cavendish, you're suspected of domestic violence. Please cooperate with our investigation."
I stopped and looked back at him, my gaze ice-cold.
When the police stopped him, I felt his gaze still following me. That burning, heavy stare landed on my back like needles, stabbing at my nerves one by one.
I didn't look back.
Step by step, I walked out of the hospital. With each step, I felt a part of my body empty out, but I told myself I couldn't stop.
At the hospital entrance, a familiar car stopped in front of me.
The door opened and Dominick got out, his murderous aura almost overflowing.
When his gaze fell on me, his expression changed instantly. Seeing my current state, he looked ready to tear apart everyone in that hospital.
I reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go back first. I'm tired."
My voice was light but serious. He looked at me, silent for a few seconds, then said nothing and helped me into the car.
Back at the hotel, I didn't go find Rowan and Callum.
I was afraid they would be scared seeing me like this.
I just returned to my room alone, sitting on the sofa in the empty, eerily quiet space that made me feel cold.
I sat for a long time, a heavy weight pressing on my chest making it hard to breathe. Though I felt miserable enough to die, not a single tear would fall.
Reaching for my phone, I suddenly remembered - I had lost my phone on the Ferris wheel.
I was stunned. The phone contained important things, especially that recording.
I was unwilling to give up. Really unwilling.
I hated being wrongly accused and wouldn't allow it.
I closed my eyes, trying hard to remember when the phone had dropped. I couldn't recall it slipping from my hands or seeing it fall.
Maybe... it was still in that car.
I suddenly opened my eyes and stood up.
I had to find it - not just the phone, but the only trump card I had left for myself.
Third Person Perspective
Arnold was released shortly after being taken to the police station - such matters couldn't really harm him.
Coming out of the station, Arnold's face was so dark that Neil didn't dare look at him, only following silently behind.
"Do you have results from what I asked you to investigate?" Arnold suddenly stopped and asked.
Neil approached apprehensively: "There was one surveillance camera nearby, but it was broken and showed nothing. However, someone who went tonight said they saw Miss Hayes forcibly drag Miss Reynolds into the Ferris wheel."
"Paisley didn't go up herself?"
"No, Miss Hayes pulled Miss Reynolds up."
Arnold was silent for a moment, seeming to think of something: "Go to the hospital."
Neil thought that since Paisley had gotten Arnold taken to the police station, Arnold would first want to settle accounts with Paisley. He didn't expect Arnold to go to the hospital to find Victoria.
"Boss, it's very late now."
"Go anyway."
He had to understand what happened tonight.
"Yes."
Hospital.
Victoria still wasn't asleep, with Raymond having gone back and Fiona staying to accompany her.
Seeing Arnold enter, Victoria's expression froze slightly before she reacted, sitting up: "Arnold, how did you get back? Where's Paisley? Is she alright?"
Arnold's eyes carried hidden fury: "I have something to ask you."
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