Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 31: Chapter 31
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I didn't dare make eye contact with Elodie at all. I could only force myself to sit quietly, trying hard to appear calm. But even though I was already trying my best to minimize my presence, Arnold still confronted me.
I glanced at him with cold, emotionless eyes. "Are you sick?"
"If you hadn't aborted the child back then, they would be about her age now." Arnold's voice was deep and cold, but it wasn't hard to hear that he cared about this matter.
He was trying to get information from me again about whether I had a child.
I frowned slightly. "Always bringing up children, acting like you really loved my child."
"I never said I didn't love them."
A mocking smile flashed across my face. "Arnold, don't you know that some things don't need to be said—actions speak just as loudly?"
Your indifference back then, every second you stood behind Victoria, was already an answer.
Your so-called "love" was colder than a knife.
He didn't respond, but I could feel his gaze growing darker.
Elodie sat between us, looking up blankly as we argued.
Her chubby little face was full of sadness.
What she least wanted to see was probably me fighting with that "bad daddy."
My eyes stung, and my heart softened immediately.
I glanced at her and didn't want to continue arguing.
Second floor.
Scott stood there, his gaze heavy as he looked toward Victoria.
He had never liked Victoria. Scott could see clearly what kind of person Victoria was.
A woman who pestered a married man for eight years knowing full well he had a wife—what kind of decent person could she be?
If not for the friendship he still had with the Hayes family elders, he wouldn't let her continue staying here.
"Old master, the little child the young master brought back is really cute," the old butler said.
Scott's gaze shifted over. When he saw Elodie's tender, adorable appearance, his eyes filled with more affection. "What did Arnold call that child just now?"
"Elodie."
"Elodie, that's a beautiful name." Scott sighed. "I wonder if Paisley's child back then was a boy or girl."
"Old master, were you just testing Mrs. Paisley, or do you believe she didn't abort the child back then?"
"Based on Paisley's personality, I don't think she would bear to abort the child, but I can't be one hundred percent certain, after all..."
His grandson was such a bastard!
It was possible that Paisley had impulsively aborted the child in anger.
Besides, he had investigated and indeed found no evidence that she'd had children these years.
So just now, it was more testing than confirming.
"It would be wonderful if Paisley really didn't abort the child."
Scott really wanted to meet his little great-grandchild.
During lunch, Scott looked at Elodie with very loving eyes. "Elodie, eat more."
Elodie sat next to Arnold, holding her bowl in one hand and spoon in the other. She wasn't intimidated here at all, acting like she was at her own home, eating with gusto—her little mouth never stopped moving.
If nothing else, Elodie was always first place when it came to eating.
"I like eating meat."
"Good, eat your meat." Scott laughed heartily. "Elodie, you can call me grandpa directly."
I nearly choked on my food.
Arnold raised his narrow eyebrows, looking at Paisley. "Do you have a problem?"
Paisley called Scott grandpa.
Elodie also called Scott grandpa.
This would mess up the generational hierarchy.
I forced a smile. "No problem, I just choked accidentally."
Scott smiled and reminded me to eat slowly.
I really wanted to find Elodie and ask her properly how she got to New York, and where Rowan and Callum were.
Victoria sat beside Olivia, constantly poking at her rice with chopsticks, her eyes fixed deadly on me and Elodie, as if she wanted to bore holes through us both.
After lunch, Arnold had Neil continue trying to contact Elodie's parents.
I had originally planned to leave after lunch. Before my mother passed away, she left me a small villa—not large, just over a hundred square meters, three floors. I still had to handle the divorce with Arnold, and I'd probably need to stay here for a while, so I planned to live in that house temporarily.
But now with Elodie at Arnold's, I couldn't bear to leave.
I had to find a way to take Elodie away.
Elodie wanted to play in the garden, so I took the opportunity to follow her out.
I glanced at him with cold, emotionless eyes. "Are you sick?"
"If you hadn't aborted the child back then, they would be about her age now." Arnold's voice was deep and cold, but it wasn't hard to hear that he cared about this matter.
He was trying to get information from me again about whether I had a child.
I frowned slightly. "Always bringing up children, acting like you really loved my child."
"I never said I didn't love them."
A mocking smile flashed across my face. "Arnold, don't you know that some things don't need to be said—actions speak just as loudly?"
Your indifference back then, every second you stood behind Victoria, was already an answer.
Your so-called "love" was colder than a knife.
He didn't respond, but I could feel his gaze growing darker.
Elodie sat between us, looking up blankly as we argued.
Her chubby little face was full of sadness.
What she least wanted to see was probably me fighting with that "bad daddy."
My eyes stung, and my heart softened immediately.
I glanced at her and didn't want to continue arguing.
Second floor.
Scott stood there, his gaze heavy as he looked toward Victoria.
He had never liked Victoria. Scott could see clearly what kind of person Victoria was.
A woman who pestered a married man for eight years knowing full well he had a wife—what kind of decent person could she be?
If not for the friendship he still had with the Hayes family elders, he wouldn't let her continue staying here.
"Old master, the little child the young master brought back is really cute," the old butler said.
Scott's gaze shifted over. When he saw Elodie's tender, adorable appearance, his eyes filled with more affection. "What did Arnold call that child just now?"
"Elodie."
"Elodie, that's a beautiful name." Scott sighed. "I wonder if Paisley's child back then was a boy or girl."
"Old master, were you just testing Mrs. Paisley, or do you believe she didn't abort the child back then?"
"Based on Paisley's personality, I don't think she would bear to abort the child, but I can't be one hundred percent certain, after all..."
His grandson was such a bastard!
It was possible that Paisley had impulsively aborted the child in anger.
Besides, he had investigated and indeed found no evidence that she'd had children these years.
So just now, it was more testing than confirming.
"It would be wonderful if Paisley really didn't abort the child."
Scott really wanted to meet his little great-grandchild.
During lunch, Scott looked at Elodie with very loving eyes. "Elodie, eat more."
Elodie sat next to Arnold, holding her bowl in one hand and spoon in the other. She wasn't intimidated here at all, acting like she was at her own home, eating with gusto—her little mouth never stopped moving.
If nothing else, Elodie was always first place when it came to eating.
"I like eating meat."
"Good, eat your meat." Scott laughed heartily. "Elodie, you can call me grandpa directly."
I nearly choked on my food.
Arnold raised his narrow eyebrows, looking at Paisley. "Do you have a problem?"
Paisley called Scott grandpa.
Elodie also called Scott grandpa.
This would mess up the generational hierarchy.
I forced a smile. "No problem, I just choked accidentally."
Scott smiled and reminded me to eat slowly.
I really wanted to find Elodie and ask her properly how she got to New York, and where Rowan and Callum were.
Victoria sat beside Olivia, constantly poking at her rice with chopsticks, her eyes fixed deadly on me and Elodie, as if she wanted to bore holes through us both.
After lunch, Arnold had Neil continue trying to contact Elodie's parents.
I had originally planned to leave after lunch. Before my mother passed away, she left me a small villa—not large, just over a hundred square meters, three floors. I still had to handle the divorce with Arnold, and I'd probably need to stay here for a while, so I planned to live in that house temporarily.
But now with Elodie at Arnold's, I couldn't bear to leave.
I had to find a way to take Elodie away.
Elodie wanted to play in the garden, so I took the opportunity to follow her out.
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