Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Third Person Perspective
Victoria stood in the shadows, staring deadly at their departing figures. She came to Arnold's side and called, "Arnold..."
Victoria's beautiful face was marred by two slap marks, destroying its beauty but adding a pitiful, fragile quality. Even just standing there doing nothing, she gave people the urge to feel sorry for her.
Victoria was gentle and weak. When she had conflicts with Paisley, it always contrasted with Paisley's strong, sharp demeanor, making people think Paisley was bullying her.
So today Arnold thought the same.
"Arnold, I'm sorry. It's because I'm not good enough. If I could be more tolerant of Paisley, I wouldn't have had a conflict with her today that made the elders angry."
Arnold glanced at her sideways. "You shouldn't have mentioned Paisley's parents."
"I..." Victoria bit her lip pitifully. "But she insulted me first..."
"Enough, that matter is over. Don't bring it up again." Arnold said, his handsome face expressionless, let alone showing any pity.
Victoria felt very wronged. Thinking about Paisley saying they hadn't divorced yet made Victoria's heart anxious.
She moved closer to Arnold and said, "Arnold, when Paisley left back then, you two didn't have a chance to get the divorce certificate. Now that Paisley is back, why don't you two go get the divorce certificate?"
Victoria spoke while watching Arnold, observing his expression and testing his attitude.
Hearing Victoria's words, Arnold felt annoyed.
He turned to look at Victoria, his cold gaze making Victoria freeze. She wanted to say something more, but her voice caught in her throat.
Arnold's brows were dark and heavy. "Victoria, divorce is a matter between her and me."
Arnold didn't like others interfering in his private affairs.
Victoria had always known this, but she didn't consider herself an outsider.
But seeing Arnold's cold expression at this moment, she stood there at a loss.
It took her a while to maintain her composure and say gently, "Sorry Arnold, I didn't mean anything by it."
Arnold's handsome face was cold and stern, the emotions flowing from his unfathomable eyes incomprehensible to Victoria.
But Arnold was very clear—he had never wanted a divorce.
Arnold didn't say anything more to her and walked toward Paisley and Elodie.
Victoria's expression instantly turned cold. She raised her hand to touch her aching face.
Paisley!
Damn Paisley! When she wasn't here, Arnold never treated her this way. It was only because she came back that Arnold changed his attitude toward her.
No, she had to make Arnold and Paisley get the divorce certificate quickly, then drive Paisley out of New York.
Thinking this, Victoria took out her phone and made a call. "Go investigate whether Paisley has any relatives or friends left in New York. Send me the information when you find it."
Paisley's Perspective
I stood at the edge of the garden. Seeing the two servants near Elodie temporarily walk away, I immediately hurried over.
With my hands on my hips, I bent down to glare at the little girl in front of me, lowering my voice and nearly spitting fire:
"Elodie! You better explain to me right now what's going on! How did you get to New York? Where are your two brothers? Where are they? What did Mommy tell you? You actually snuck to New York—do you think my heart isn't strong enough and you want to scare me to death?"
I finished the last sentence almost through gritted teeth, so angry I could barely breathe.
These kids had just promised earnestly last night that they would stay obediently in England. But now look—I'd barely been dragged back to New York by Arnold when they followed right behind.
The most ridiculous part was that Arnold caught Elodie red-handed and brought her directly back to the Cavendish house.
I had been trying so hard to navigate and cope in this family, afraid they'd discover I had children. Now great—my own daughter was bouncing around right under their noses.
More thrilling than a horror movie.
I knew those three too well. They definitely came together—it couldn't be just Elodie alone. This unlucky one just got separated and caught by Arnold.
Elodie raised her little hands toward me, asking for a hug, looking completely innocent.
I rolled my eyes and said coldly, "You made a mistake and still want me to hug you? Dream on, go away!"
I turned around, planning not to pay attention to her.
But she ran half a circle and blocked me from the front, raising those two soft little hands again:
"Mommy, good mommy don't be angry, Elodie knows she was wrong~"
I desperately controlled myself—I couldn't fall for this trick again.
"Weren't you quite happy staying in Arnold's arms just now? Go let him hug you."
"Nooooo~ Mommy hug Elodie, mommy won't be angry after one hug."
This child had this ultimate weapon.
Every time she made a mistake, as long as she acted cute and asked for hugs, I couldn't stay angry.
But I gritted my teeth and refused to give in.
She wouldn't give up, following me around with her hands raised, her little head bobbing. Her hair was tied in two little braids that swayed with her head, looking especially cute.
I really didn't know who had braided her hair—they were quite skilled.
I sneaked a glance at her and almost couldn't resist, but still kept a stern face: "First tell me how you got to New York."