Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

I looked at him without speaking for a long time.
What was there to say? Tell the truth? Tell him what I had actually heard just now?
Would it be useful?
I looked at the coldness in his eyes—this man who had once stood in front of me regardless of everything, shielding me from wind and rain, was now pressing me aggressively.
I suddenly felt so cold.
My heart felt like something had been hollowed out.
I laughed softly and met his gaze, slowly speaking: "Isn't she exactly that?"
Whether five years ago or today, Victoria knew Arnold was married yet still shamelessly clung to him, as if he would inevitably be hers.
She never avoided suspicion, coming to him for everything with that weak, pitiful, helpless act. I was sick of that tearful performance long ago.
If she wasn't a mistress, then what was?
"Paisley! You've gone too far!" Arnold's voice was as cold as ever, stabbing straight into my chest like a knife. "Apologize right now!"
I looked at him with a cold laugh, my heart going numb.
"What are you angry about?" I stared at him, my voice trembling with cold. "Which part did I get wrong? You and her—from the day we married until now, has there been even one day you were innocent?"
His eyes flickered, as if I had hit a sore spot.
I didn't stop, pressing closer instead: "You always ask me why I aborted the child back then. Don't you want an answer? Then I'll tell you now—"
I spoke word by word, almost gritting my teeth: "It was because you had feelings for another woman while being cold and distant to me. Your callous, almost cold-blooded appearance made me unable to imagine having children with you, and I was unwilling to let my child call you 'daddy.'"
After I finished, I saw a flash of pain in his eyes.
My words had pierced him. He frowned, finally seeming somewhat uncomfortable.
But he immediately spoke again, his tone still as indifferent as an outsider: "You humiliated her, hit her, and now you're being unreasonable, pushing all responsibility away cleanly, making yourself sound justified... Paisley, this is who you are."
"Excuses?"
Hearing him say "excuses," my heart felt like it was being viciously twisted.
He denied Victoria's malice, denied his own scumminess, but threw all the blame on me.
He never tried to think from my perspective for even a second.
I looked at the people in this room, all standing by his side, speaking for Victoria, covering for her, even wanting to drive me and my child away from the Cavendish family.
They wanted to bring my child back to this cold family?
Then bully my child the same way they bullied me?
Ha, in their dreams.
I secretly gritted my teeth and swore in my heart—no matter what, I could never let them know about the child's existence.
"Waaah—!"
A sudden loud cry tore through the entire living room's atmosphere.
My heart jolted as I looked sharply toward where the sound came from.
My ears rang—I could hardly believe my eyes.
Elodie?!!
How could it be her?
How was she here?!
The airport... the child Arnold said he found at the airport was actually Elodie?!
My vision darkened and my breathing stopped.
Elodie was crying heart-wrenchingly, as if she had been badly frightened.
Arnold quickly walked over and crouched in front of her, trying to soften his tone: "Why are you crying?"
"Auntie, bad auntie." Elodie sobbed while pointing at Victoria, her voice both aggrieved and clear.
Victoria's eyes immediately flashed with smugness as she hurried over: "Don't be afraid, little friend. That bad auntie can't hurt you—"
But Elodie seemed to see something terrifying and immediately shrank behind Arnold, the terror on her little face completely genuine.
Victoria's smile froze.
Arnold frowned, looking at Elodie's condition and tentatively asked: "Did you see something?"
Elodie choked back sobs, tears streaming down as she pointed at Victoria with her little finger, speaking word by word: "She said... said that auntie has no family background, is a wild dog, said her daddy and mommy deserved to die young, and said she should go down to accompany her parents... She also said poor people's lives aren't worth anything..."
My heart pounded wildly.
Victoria's face went white instantly. "I didn't! You're lying!"
Elodie became more frightened, her small body curling into a ball, hiding even deeper.
"Arnold, I didn't!" Victoria panicked, grabbing Arnold's sleeve with a trembling voice. "She's lying! She's slandering me—"
Arnold's expression was even colder than before, completely overcast.
If she hadn't heard these words personally, a small child couldn't possibly make them up.
"She doesn't know you," Arnold looked at Victoria, speaking word by word, "and doesn't know Paisley either. Why would she lie for Paisley? Do you think she could invent these words out of thin air?"
"I... I..." Victoria was completely speechless, panic appearing on her face.
And I—finally snapped out of my earlier shock.
Elodie looked pitifully tearful, but that little face suddenly winked at me.
I froze, almost unable to keep from laughing.
This little clever girl!
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Arnold turned around, his gaze sweeping back and forth between me and Elodie, his expression somewhat complex.
I could tell he was beginning to suspect something.
But he hadn't discovered anything.
After crying, Elodie sat obediently to the side.
Then Scott finally intervened, ending the chaotic situation.
He said Victoria's words were indeed excessive, but my hitting her was also wrong—they were even.
Victoria sat on the sofa with red-rimmed eyes while Olivia comforted her and glared at me angrily.
Arnold's gaze still lingered on me and Elodie, as if still trying to find some clues.
He couldn't tell, and of course it was impossible for him to tell.
Elodie just sat there with an innocent and quiet appearance.
Just then, Neil walked in and said to Arnold: "Sir, we found the child's mother's phone number before, but haven't been able to reach her."
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that I had only temporarily charged my phone earlier, made a few calls, then immediately turned it off again.
Of course the calls wouldn't go through.
Arnold's frown deepened, his eyes full of disappointment.
He looked at Elodie and shook his head: "What an irresponsible parent, letting the child wander outside again and again."
Then he suddenly turned to look at me, his voice low and cold: "Just like you back then. When you aborted the child, you were equally irresponsible."