Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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My face went pale.
It was over.
"Paisley, are you coming back?"
Clara's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mommy..."
I immediately snatched the phone back and hung up without hesitation.
Arnold frowned.
He had heard someone calling "Mommy" on the phone.
His gaze fell directly on me, dangerous light flickering in his deep eyes.
Seeing my nervous state, his suspicion was instantly ignited.
"Mommy? Calling you?"
I gripped the phone tightly, forcing my trembling hands to steady. "That's my friend's child, calling my friend."
"Friend's child."
Arnold repeated these words coldly. "Then why are you nervous?"
"What makes you think I'm nervous?"
"Ha."
He let out a cold laugh.
Even though I appeared calm on the surface, my eyes and actions still betrayed me.
"You're lying, Paisley. Do you know? When you lie, your eyes always unconsciously dart around."
I couldn't help but counter: "Arnold, are you interrogating me?"
"Yes, I am interrogating you."
His tone was full of provocation. "I'm curious—when you went to the hospital for the abortion, which doctor agreed to it? Or perhaps that child was never aborted at all, but was taken by you to England and raised there? The child who just called 'Mommy'—is that the child from back then?"
Each question was like a blade stabbing into my heart.
Because he had guessed correctly.
I gritted my teeth, staring seriously into his eyes. "No, I really did abort that child. What are you suspecting? Do you think I would keep your child?"
Arnold had always suspected whether I had really aborted the child.
He felt I couldn't bear to do it, and he hadn't found any medical records of my treatment.
Although he had suspected before, previous investigations showed I had been living alone these years without any abnormalities, which had dispelled some of his doubts.
But that phone call just now made him question again.
Callum, baby.
"Mommy."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that perhaps I had never aborted the child at all.
"Since you won't admit it, call back and prove it to me."
My fingers tightened.
"Don't dare?"
He provoked. "I guessed right, didn't I?"
I pressed my lips together.
Arnold's gaze was fixed on me, full of suspicion.
I knew that if I didn't make this call, it would be tantamount to confirming his guess.
I gritted my teeth and took the gamble.
"Fine, you suspect me? I'll call."
I opened my phone and dialed the number.
Arnold just watched me, trying to catch any flaws in my expression.
The call connected quickly.
The car became quiet, and a woman's voice came through.
"Hello, Paisley, why haven't you come over yet? Callum is getting anxious waiting."
My heart jumped violently.
"Aunt Paisley, come quickly, Mommy and I are both waiting for you."
It was the child's voice from before.
I immediately reacted, saying: "Callum, baby, I'm sorry, Aunt Paisley has something to deal with here and can't come play with you tonight."
"Why? Aunt Paisley, you clearly promised to come play with me today."
"Auntie encountered something that needs to be handled."
"What happened?"
Clara's voice came from the other end: "Paisley, what's wrong? Do you need help with anything?"
"It's nothing, don't worry."
"Alright then, when will Aunt Paisley come play with me?"
"In a couple of days, Auntie will come play with you in a couple of days."
"Okay, bye-bye, Auntie."
"Bye." I hung up.
Arnold frowned.
The child on the phone called me "Auntie," and that "Mommy" from before should have been directed at the woman on the other end. Had he been wrong in his suspicion?
I held the phone, breathing a huge sigh of relief internally, and looked at Arnold. "If you still want to doubt me, you can investigate yourself."
It was over.
"Paisley, are you coming back?"
Clara's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mommy..."
I immediately snatched the phone back and hung up without hesitation.
Arnold frowned.
He had heard someone calling "Mommy" on the phone.
His gaze fell directly on me, dangerous light flickering in his deep eyes.
Seeing my nervous state, his suspicion was instantly ignited.
"Mommy? Calling you?"
I gripped the phone tightly, forcing my trembling hands to steady. "That's my friend's child, calling my friend."
"Friend's child."
Arnold repeated these words coldly. "Then why are you nervous?"
"What makes you think I'm nervous?"
"Ha."
He let out a cold laugh.
Even though I appeared calm on the surface, my eyes and actions still betrayed me.
"You're lying, Paisley. Do you know? When you lie, your eyes always unconsciously dart around."
I couldn't help but counter: "Arnold, are you interrogating me?"
"Yes, I am interrogating you."
His tone was full of provocation. "I'm curious—when you went to the hospital for the abortion, which doctor agreed to it? Or perhaps that child was never aborted at all, but was taken by you to England and raised there? The child who just called 'Mommy'—is that the child from back then?"
Each question was like a blade stabbing into my heart.
Because he had guessed correctly.
I gritted my teeth, staring seriously into his eyes. "No, I really did abort that child. What are you suspecting? Do you think I would keep your child?"
Arnold had always suspected whether I had really aborted the child.
He felt I couldn't bear to do it, and he hadn't found any medical records of my treatment.
Although he had suspected before, previous investigations showed I had been living alone these years without any abnormalities, which had dispelled some of his doubts.
But that phone call just now made him question again.
Callum, baby.
"Mommy."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that perhaps I had never aborted the child at all.
"Since you won't admit it, call back and prove it to me."
My fingers tightened.
"Don't dare?"
He provoked. "I guessed right, didn't I?"
I pressed my lips together.
Arnold's gaze was fixed on me, full of suspicion.
I knew that if I didn't make this call, it would be tantamount to confirming his guess.
I gritted my teeth and took the gamble.
"Fine, you suspect me? I'll call."
I opened my phone and dialed the number.
Arnold just watched me, trying to catch any flaws in my expression.
The call connected quickly.
The car became quiet, and a woman's voice came through.
"Hello, Paisley, why haven't you come over yet? Callum is getting anxious waiting."
My heart jumped violently.
"Aunt Paisley, come quickly, Mommy and I are both waiting for you."
It was the child's voice from before.
I immediately reacted, saying: "Callum, baby, I'm sorry, Aunt Paisley has something to deal with here and can't come play with you tonight."
"Why? Aunt Paisley, you clearly promised to come play with me today."
"Auntie encountered something that needs to be handled."
"What happened?"
Clara's voice came from the other end: "Paisley, what's wrong? Do you need help with anything?"
"It's nothing, don't worry."
"Alright then, when will Aunt Paisley come play with me?"
"In a couple of days, Auntie will come play with you in a couple of days."
"Okay, bye-bye, Auntie."
"Bye." I hung up.
Arnold frowned.
The child on the phone called me "Auntie," and that "Mommy" from before should have been directed at the woman on the other end. Had he been wrong in his suspicion?
I held the phone, breathing a huge sigh of relief internally, and looked at Arnold. "If you still want to doubt me, you can investigate yourself."
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