Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

"What do you mean by showing me this?"
"These are the suspects."
Arnold raised an eyebrow: "Three children?"
The photo showed the backs of three children, appearing to be about four or five years old, each carrying a bulging little backpack.
"That's right. These are the only suspects we identified after checking surveillance. Also, we tracked the hacker's location—it shows they're still in this hotel, very close to us, possibly still on this floor and haven't left."
Children. Hackers.
Arnold couldn't immediately connect these two types of people.
But he could be certain that the hackers' target was very specific—they were attacking them.
As for why they would do this, whether they had other purposes, Arnold couldn't be sure.
"Since they're still here, go investigate. Find them."
"Yes, sir."
Arnold looked at this photo with deep eyes. The little girl's back in the photo was blurry, but her clothes looked very familiar to him.
Like the child who drew on his car.
Arnold pondered.
The child who drew on his car, the child on the phone call, the children appearing at the hotel, the children suspected of being hackers.
After finding Paisley, quite a few children had appeared around him.
Although everything seemed like coincidences.
But when there are too many coincidences, they're no longer coincidences.
On the other side, I quietly snuck the three little ones into another guest room, gently closing the door and finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Turning around, I stood at the door with my hands on my hips, looking at these three familiar yet mischievous little faces, so angry that my voice raised:
"Rowan, Callum, Elodie! Did you all treat Mommy's words as background noise?"
The three little ones stood obediently like cats who had done something wrong, hands properly placed in front of them, looking like they were "waiting for criticism."
Rowan stepped forward, raising his hand like a little adult, saying righteously: "Mommy, I brought Callum and Elodie here. If you're going to punish anyone, punish just me."
Callum also immediately stepped out, showing brotherly loyalty: "It's not Rowan's fault—I wanted to follow on my own."
Elodie tugged at my clothes, saying softly: "Mommy, I'm sorry. It's Elodie who was disobedient... I insisted on coming. It's not brother's fault, and not Callum's fault either."
Looking at their three little faces, I didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
They meant well, I knew that. But this was too dangerous...
If Arnold discovered them, I didn't dare imagine what the consequences would be.
The three little ones all held their hands out in front of me, as if asking me to scold them, but each one looked more pitiful than the last.
Especially Elodie—the little girl's eyes were already red, and tears started falling as she spoke, breaking my heart.
I sighed heavily, crouched down, and pulled them all into my arms.
"Babies, Mommy knows you meant well... but do you really know how dangerous this is?"
"We know we were wrong," they said in unison, their voices soft and sweet, making my heart tighten.
I rubbed their little heads, my tone gentle but serious: "It's good that you know you were wrong, but you must never do this again, okay?"
The three little ones quickly nodded, and I knew they had listened.
But now wasn't the time for accountability—I had to find a way to safely get them out.
As I was thinking, I heard Rowan quietly ask: "Mommy... aren't you coming with us?"
I was silent for a moment, then shook my head.
This time, I wasn't planning to run away.
Running away wouldn't solve the problem. Some accounts needed to be faced.
I touched Rowan's head, trying to keep my tone gentle but firm: "Babies, listen to Mommy. Tomorrow I'll go back to New York with Arnold."
"Tomorrow morning, you three hide in this room and don't go anywhere, understand? After Arnold and the others leave, Mommy will contact your godmother to come pick you up."
The three children looked at each other, their little eyes spinning rapidly, probably plotting some new mischief in their heads.
I gently pinched Callum's cheek: "Did you hear? This time you must be good—Mommy is begging you."
"Mm mm, we will!" they nodded in unison.
Third Person Perspective
In the room separated by a wall.
Arnold had sent people to search all the rooms on this floor but found no one, and the location signal had quickly disappeared.
He smoked one cigarette after another. Whether he was being paranoid or not, he always felt these frequently appearing children were too suspicious.
There was also something strange about Paisley everywhere. Although every incident had an explanation, there were still loopholes.
For example, the woman who came to pick up the child and the woman who answered the phone were not the same person.
For example, that child called Callum baby, who called "Mommy" on the phone.
And for example, tonight's suspected hackers—children who appeared and then disappeared.
The first child appeared at Paisley's workplace, the second child appeared in Paisley's phone contacts, and these three children appeared at the hotel where Paisley was staying.
They all seemed related to Paisley.
Arnold now extremely suspected whether Paisley had actually aborted the child back then.
"Neil!"
Neil entered from outside: "Sir."
"Continue investigating Paisley. If you can't find anything about her, start with the people around her. Investigate them one by one."
If Paisley really had children, he didn't believe this approach wouldn't expose any flaws.
"Yes, sir."