Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 33: Chapter 33
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Elodie nodded seriously, "We contacted the weird uncle, and he sent a private jet to bring us here."
My temple twitched. Him again.
"I've told you so many times not to call him 'weird uncle'—he has a name. Where are your two brothers?"
Elodie shook her little head, "Don't know. After Elodie was brought here by bad daddy, I don't know where they went."
I frowned, "Does your godmother know you came out?"
She first shook her head, then nodded.
"Does she know or not?" I almost laughed, "Are you playing with me or answering my question?"
"She should know now. We secretly left a note and then snuck out. Godmother will see the note."
I covered my forehead with one hand, not knowing whether to scold or laugh.
If Clara hadn't seen the note, she'd probably think the three children were kidnapped and be scared half to death.
Elodie was still persistently holding up her hands, "Mommy~ I confessed everything honestly, can you hug me now?"
I sighed, already wavering inside.
I wasn't worried about those two little rascals. With their brains, they definitely wouldn't suffer any losses. They were probably already approaching secretly at this moment.
What I needed to think about was—how to safely get Elodie away from this cursed place.
Use the same trick as last time? Have Clara pretend to be her mother?
But Clara was in England and had to work—she might not be able to come immediately.
As I was thinking, I caught sight of a familiar tall figure walking toward us.
I immediately took Elodie's little hand and switched to a gentle tone: "Elodie, thank you for speaking up for auntie just now."
She blinked, and her little brain immediately caught on, "You're welcome, Auntie. My mommy taught me not to lie. I just told the truth."
Arnold approached and heard our conversation without suspicion, his expression slightly relaxed.
"Uncle." Elodie called softly.
"Mm." He nodded, his tense brow relaxing somewhat as he asked, "Aren't you worried about your mom? We can't reach her."
"She's very busy, so it's normal not to reach her."
Arnold raised an eyebrow slightly, seeming amused: "You're just comfortable staying at my place like this? Not afraid I'm a bad person? Not afraid I'll kidnap you?"
Elodie looked up and asked seriously, "Are you?"
He didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow, obviously amused by this child.
Elodie continued, "Even if you are a bad person, the airport has surveillance. If you kidnap me and I go missing, mommy will call 911."
I almost laughed out loud.
This kid's mind worked so fast.
Arnold was also amused by her, his eyes showing more gentleness: "I'm still trying to contact your mother. Once I reach her, I'll have her come pick you up."
"Okay." Elodie nodded obediently, smiling with her eyes curved like crescents.
But I felt a chill inside.
I was her mother. Yet now I could only watch helplessly as she sat under someone else's nose, unable to acknowledge her.
Back in the Cavendish house living room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Victoria's gaze fall gloomily on the three of us.
She absolutely hated seeing me, Arnold, and Elodie standing together—because we looked like a family of three.
Elodie sensed it too and stopped making noise, sitting obediently on the sofa, looking incredibly well-behaved.
But the more well-behaved she was, the more Victoria detested her.
I noticed her gaze fall on the freshly boiled kettle.
I suddenly became alert.
Looking at her again, she was just standing up, the corner of her mouth curving into that familiar malicious smile.
This was bad.
She approached the table and deliberately bumped it with her elbow. The pot of boiling water suddenly tipped toward Elodie!
My pupils contracted sharply. Without time to think, I lunged forward.
"Elodie! Get away—!"
As the hot water fell, I blocked it with my arm.
The scalding water instantly splashed on my hand, steam rising.
Searing pain immediately spread, but I couldn't care about myself. I only heard Elodie's heart-wrenching scream—
"Mommy—!!!"
My temple twitched. Him again.
"I've told you so many times not to call him 'weird uncle'—he has a name. Where are your two brothers?"
Elodie shook her little head, "Don't know. After Elodie was brought here by bad daddy, I don't know where they went."
I frowned, "Does your godmother know you came out?"
She first shook her head, then nodded.
"Does she know or not?" I almost laughed, "Are you playing with me or answering my question?"
"She should know now. We secretly left a note and then snuck out. Godmother will see the note."
I covered my forehead with one hand, not knowing whether to scold or laugh.
If Clara hadn't seen the note, she'd probably think the three children were kidnapped and be scared half to death.
Elodie was still persistently holding up her hands, "Mommy~ I confessed everything honestly, can you hug me now?"
I sighed, already wavering inside.
I wasn't worried about those two little rascals. With their brains, they definitely wouldn't suffer any losses. They were probably already approaching secretly at this moment.
What I needed to think about was—how to safely get Elodie away from this cursed place.
Use the same trick as last time? Have Clara pretend to be her mother?
But Clara was in England and had to work—she might not be able to come immediately.
As I was thinking, I caught sight of a familiar tall figure walking toward us.
I immediately took Elodie's little hand and switched to a gentle tone: "Elodie, thank you for speaking up for auntie just now."
She blinked, and her little brain immediately caught on, "You're welcome, Auntie. My mommy taught me not to lie. I just told the truth."
Arnold approached and heard our conversation without suspicion, his expression slightly relaxed.
"Uncle." Elodie called softly.
"Mm." He nodded, his tense brow relaxing somewhat as he asked, "Aren't you worried about your mom? We can't reach her."
"She's very busy, so it's normal not to reach her."
Arnold raised an eyebrow slightly, seeming amused: "You're just comfortable staying at my place like this? Not afraid I'm a bad person? Not afraid I'll kidnap you?"
Elodie looked up and asked seriously, "Are you?"
He didn't answer, just raised an eyebrow, obviously amused by this child.
Elodie continued, "Even if you are a bad person, the airport has surveillance. If you kidnap me and I go missing, mommy will call 911."
I almost laughed out loud.
This kid's mind worked so fast.
Arnold was also amused by her, his eyes showing more gentleness: "I'm still trying to contact your mother. Once I reach her, I'll have her come pick you up."
"Okay." Elodie nodded obediently, smiling with her eyes curved like crescents.
But I felt a chill inside.
I was her mother. Yet now I could only watch helplessly as she sat under someone else's nose, unable to acknowledge her.
Back in the Cavendish house living room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Victoria's gaze fall gloomily on the three of us.
She absolutely hated seeing me, Arnold, and Elodie standing together—because we looked like a family of three.
Elodie sensed it too and stopped making noise, sitting obediently on the sofa, looking incredibly well-behaved.
But the more well-behaved she was, the more Victoria detested her.
I noticed her gaze fall on the freshly boiled kettle.
I suddenly became alert.
Looking at her again, she was just standing up, the corner of her mouth curving into that familiar malicious smile.
This was bad.
She approached the table and deliberately bumped it with her elbow. The pot of boiling water suddenly tipped toward Elodie!
My pupils contracted sharply. Without time to think, I lunged forward.
"Elodie! Get away—!"
As the hot water fell, I blocked it with my arm.
The scalding water instantly splashed on my hand, steam rising.
Searing pain immediately spread, but I couldn't care about myself. I only heard Elodie's heart-wrenching scream—
"Mommy—!!!"
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