Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 37: Chapter 37
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"Sorry, mister."
After bumping into him, the two children obediently stepped back half a step and apologized in unison, very well-behaved.
Arnold looked down at the two children, his eyes slightly darkening.
They weren't the same two children from earlier.
Not far away, a young couple hurried over. Seeing their children had bumped into someone, they were immediately full of apologies.
The man quickly bent down to pull the children aside, while the woman also apologized repeatedly: "We're so sorry, the children are too naughty and didn't notice someone was there."
He suppressed the disappointment in his heart, showing no emotion on his face, and responded indifferently: "It's fine."
Paisley's Perspective
At this moment, Rowan and Callum had already found Elodie and me.
"Mommy! Elodie!"
"Rowan? Callum?"
Oh my god...
I nearly dropped to my knees in amazement at how resourceful my children were. Running to New York was one thing, tracking us all the way to the Cavendish house I could tolerate, but now they'd actually followed us to the hospital—it was like they had GPS trackers on me.
I quickly brought the three children into the stairwell to hide, lowering my voice: "Rowan, Callum, you're amazing—you really found Mommy and Elodie!"
Elodie clapped her little hands happily, her eyes bright: "You are so clever!"
I forced a smile while internally wailing: "Babies, didn't Mommy tell you to find a safe place to stay first?"
Callum looked up with a righteous expression: "Didn't Mommy mean—follow?"
I patted my forehead.
No! I clearly meant for you to leave!
But... well, since you're here already.
I crouched down and looked at them seriously: "Okay, let's not discuss what happened before, but you must follow Mommy's instructions from now on, or Mommy will really get angry."
"Yes, yes!" They nodded in unison.
I took out my phone and showed them an address: "This is Mommy's old place in New York. You go there and wait for me first. Once I get your godmother to pick up Elodie, we'll meet up."
"Roger!"
Callum looked down at the examination report in my hand, his expression instantly changing: "Mommy, you and Elodie got hurt? Did that bad daddy bully you?"
I gently reassured him: "It's nothing, just got scalded a little. It's not serious—the doctor already treated it."
Both little boys looked angry and heartbroken.
We were doing fine in England, but after just this short time in New York, Elodie and I were already injured. No matter how they thought about it, it had to be the bad daddy's fault!
Elodie also puffed up her cheeks angrily: "It was that bad woman! She wanted to scald me, and Mommy got hurt saving me!"
Bad daddy plus bad woman—this combination needed to be dealt with!
I urged them: "Go quickly, be careful on the way, and message Mommy when you arrive."
"Okay! Don't worry, Mommy!"
Rowan pulled Callum away.
I heard Callum muttering quietly: "Bad daddy and bad woman hurt Mommy and Elodie—we can't let them get away with it!"
Rowan nodded rarely: "Mm, let's go home first."
When Arnold returned, I was waiting in the corridor with Elodie.
He handed over a large bag of candy: "Don't eat too much."
I couldn't help glancing at the bag, my mouth twitching: "You tell her to eat less, but buy this much?"
Elodie's eyes lit up as she hugged the bag like she'd found treasure. She peeked at me, then quickly unwrapped a candy and popped it in her mouth with a "Mommy can't control me now" expression.
This child—last time she cried for half a day with a toothache from eating too much candy.
But I couldn't stop her now, so I'd let her enjoy herself for a while.
"Let's go."
Arnold took the medicine and led us out of the hospital.
In the car, I deliberately asked: "When will Elodie's family come to pick her up?"
Elodie immediately understood I was setting up her lines and sweetly continued: "Uncle, don't worry, my mommy messaged me saying she'll come pick me up later. But I'll need to stay at your house tonight—is that okay?"
I'd booked Clara's flight for tomorrow morning, so Elodie really did need to stay at the Cavendish house tonight.
Arnold glanced at us through the rearview mirror, his eyes somewhat deep.
This man—I wasn't sure when he'd started being suspicious, but the way he looked at Elodie was clearly different now.
But he said nothing, just responded flatly and brought us back to the estate.
Back home, Victoria put on a pitiful, crying act, maintaining her "I didn't mean it" attitude.
But I had no intention of letting her off the hook and firmly demanded to check the surveillance.
Arnold had someone retrieve it. Soon, a servant brought over a tablet and handed it to him.
He didn't even glance at it before passing it to me: "See for yourself."
His attitude made my heart grow cold.
He really trusted Victoria, believed it was an "accident."
I took the tablet and looked at the surveillance footage.
Victoria sat nearby, wiping tears while secretly wringing her fingers, extremely nervous.
The footage was very clear. I watched it from beginning to end, then held the tablet in front of Arnold's eyes, staring at him word by word:
"Didn't you believe she was innocent? Then tell me—what is this?"
After bumping into him, the two children obediently stepped back half a step and apologized in unison, very well-behaved.
Arnold looked down at the two children, his eyes slightly darkening.
They weren't the same two children from earlier.
Not far away, a young couple hurried over. Seeing their children had bumped into someone, they were immediately full of apologies.
The man quickly bent down to pull the children aside, while the woman also apologized repeatedly: "We're so sorry, the children are too naughty and didn't notice someone was there."
He suppressed the disappointment in his heart, showing no emotion on his face, and responded indifferently: "It's fine."
Paisley's Perspective
At this moment, Rowan and Callum had already found Elodie and me.
"Mommy! Elodie!"
"Rowan? Callum?"
Oh my god...
I nearly dropped to my knees in amazement at how resourceful my children were. Running to New York was one thing, tracking us all the way to the Cavendish house I could tolerate, but now they'd actually followed us to the hospital—it was like they had GPS trackers on me.
I quickly brought the three children into the stairwell to hide, lowering my voice: "Rowan, Callum, you're amazing—you really found Mommy and Elodie!"
Elodie clapped her little hands happily, her eyes bright: "You are so clever!"
I forced a smile while internally wailing: "Babies, didn't Mommy tell you to find a safe place to stay first?"
Callum looked up with a righteous expression: "Didn't Mommy mean—follow?"
I patted my forehead.
No! I clearly meant for you to leave!
But... well, since you're here already.
I crouched down and looked at them seriously: "Okay, let's not discuss what happened before, but you must follow Mommy's instructions from now on, or Mommy will really get angry."
"Yes, yes!" They nodded in unison.
I took out my phone and showed them an address: "This is Mommy's old place in New York. You go there and wait for me first. Once I get your godmother to pick up Elodie, we'll meet up."
"Roger!"
Callum looked down at the examination report in my hand, his expression instantly changing: "Mommy, you and Elodie got hurt? Did that bad daddy bully you?"
I gently reassured him: "It's nothing, just got scalded a little. It's not serious—the doctor already treated it."
Both little boys looked angry and heartbroken.
We were doing fine in England, but after just this short time in New York, Elodie and I were already injured. No matter how they thought about it, it had to be the bad daddy's fault!
Elodie also puffed up her cheeks angrily: "It was that bad woman! She wanted to scald me, and Mommy got hurt saving me!"
Bad daddy plus bad woman—this combination needed to be dealt with!
I urged them: "Go quickly, be careful on the way, and message Mommy when you arrive."
"Okay! Don't worry, Mommy!"
Rowan pulled Callum away.
I heard Callum muttering quietly: "Bad daddy and bad woman hurt Mommy and Elodie—we can't let them get away with it!"
Rowan nodded rarely: "Mm, let's go home first."
When Arnold returned, I was waiting in the corridor with Elodie.
He handed over a large bag of candy: "Don't eat too much."
I couldn't help glancing at the bag, my mouth twitching: "You tell her to eat less, but buy this much?"
Elodie's eyes lit up as she hugged the bag like she'd found treasure. She peeked at me, then quickly unwrapped a candy and popped it in her mouth with a "Mommy can't control me now" expression.
This child—last time she cried for half a day with a toothache from eating too much candy.
But I couldn't stop her now, so I'd let her enjoy herself for a while.
"Let's go."
Arnold took the medicine and led us out of the hospital.
In the car, I deliberately asked: "When will Elodie's family come to pick her up?"
Elodie immediately understood I was setting up her lines and sweetly continued: "Uncle, don't worry, my mommy messaged me saying she'll come pick me up later. But I'll need to stay at your house tonight—is that okay?"
I'd booked Clara's flight for tomorrow morning, so Elodie really did need to stay at the Cavendish house tonight.
Arnold glanced at us through the rearview mirror, his eyes somewhat deep.
This man—I wasn't sure when he'd started being suspicious, but the way he looked at Elodie was clearly different now.
But he said nothing, just responded flatly and brought us back to the estate.
Back home, Victoria put on a pitiful, crying act, maintaining her "I didn't mean it" attitude.
But I had no intention of letting her off the hook and firmly demanded to check the surveillance.
Arnold had someone retrieve it. Soon, a servant brought over a tablet and handed it to him.
He didn't even glance at it before passing it to me: "See for yourself."
His attitude made my heart grow cold.
He really trusted Victoria, believed it was an "accident."
I took the tablet and looked at the surveillance footage.
Victoria sat nearby, wiping tears while secretly wringing her fingers, extremely nervous.
The footage was very clear. I watched it from beginning to end, then held the tablet in front of Arnold's eyes, staring at him word by word:
"Didn't you believe she was innocent? Then tell me—what is this?"
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