Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

"Yes." Scott nodded, his tone firm.
A paternity test would reveal the truth once and for all.
Arnold didn't respond immediately. He frowned deeply, remaining silent, as if still weighing the decision.
Scott looked at him, his tone calm but pressured: "Elodie's biological mother still can't be reached, and as soon as Paisley returned, Elodie appeared alone at JFK Airport. That alone is suspicious enough."
Arnold's brow furrowed even tighter.
There were indeed many suspicious points—but behind each one, there was logic, explanations.
Scott continued: "In my view, since there are doubts, a paternity test must be done. Even if the results prove it's a false alarm, it would just be a misunderstanding with no real loss."
The reasoning was sound.
One test could clear up all the questions completely.
Arnold responded quietly: "I understand."
After speaking, he stood and left the study.
Outside the door, Victoria had already quietly retreated to a dark corner, holding her breath and not daring to make a sound.
Only after Arnold's footsteps faded did she slowly emerge from a side room, her expression complex.
—A paternity test?
Elodie? Paisley?
Her heart clenched suddenly.
Were Arnold and Scott suspecting that Elodie was Paisley's child from back then?!
Victoria's eyes turned cold, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.
That's right.
When Paisley blocked the hot water for that little brat, she had indeed heard the child cry out—"Mommy!"
At the time, she thought it was just an instinctive reaction from being frightened and didn't think much of it. But now, thinking back...
Something was wrong, everything was wrong.
Paisley's behavior was also abnormal—she was particularly concerned about that dead girl, even arguing with Arnold because of her.
The relationship between those two was definitely not simple.
Connecting the suspicious points in her mind, the more Victoria thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
What if that brat really was Paisley's child?
No, she absolutely couldn't let this be confirmed!
She had to investigate.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
Victoria glanced at the caller ID, her expression changing as she immediately walked to a secluded corner to answer.
"Miss, we have results on what you asked us to investigate. That woman named Paisley does have relatives in New York—her uncle and aunt's family. I heard their relationship is very strained."
Victoria's eyes lit up as she immediately said: "Good, help me contact them. I want to meet them."
After hanging up, she smiled coldly, her eyes sinister.
Since that family didn't get along with Paisley—perfect.
She could use them to restrain Paisley, and also use their hands to strike at her hard.
Whether Paisley had children or not, this time she wouldn't let her off easily.
Paisley's Perspective
Downstairs, Elodie and I deliberately kept our distance, afraid of arousing Arnold's suspicion.
When he came down, he happened to see a servant applying burn ointment to Elodie. The little girl was chatting and laughing with the female servants, and those older servants were also smiling with crinkled eyes, clearly all very fond of this child.
But Olivia was a different story, her eyes full of disdain.
I could understand her feelings. She'd been hoping for grandchildren for so many years, her heart had long been preset to save all her affection for "real" little grandsons and granddaughters.
For an "outsider" like Elodie, she couldn't be bothered to look properly.
She didn't know why Arnold brought Elodie back and planned to let her stay.
Just then, Elodie seemed to sense Olivia's cold stare and looked up to ask:
"Granny, why are you looking at Elodie like that?"
The air suddenly tensed.
Olivia's face changed on the spot: "What are you calling me, child? Who's your Granny? Don't randomly claim relationships!"
Elodie blinked and muttered quietly: "If I can't call you Granny, then old lady?"
I almost couldn't hold it together, quickly lowering my head to bite my lip, trying hard not to laugh.
"You! Who are you calling old?" Olivia's face turned livid.
She was only fifty, extremely well-maintained, and people on the street still said she looked like she was in her early thirties. Now Elodie had her fuming.
Elodie still blinked innocently with her big eyes, instinctively glancing at me.
I could only give her a "stop talking" look, but she clearly didn't understand much.
Arnold walked over then, and Elodie immediately looked up to ask him: "Uncle, did Elodie say something wrong?"
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he actually smiled: "No."
Olivia was so angry she slapped the sofa armrest: "Arnold! I'm your mother! You're actually taking an outsider's side?"
Arnold looked at her, his tone cold but polite: "If you don't want her calling you Granny, then what would you like her to call you?"
"I..." Olivia choked, too angry to know how to respond.
Elodie tilted her little head and smiled innocently: "Then... old lady, don't be angry."
I put one hand to my forehead, really about to laugh out loud.
This child was too good at observing people. She knew exactly how to make people jump with anger while still being impossible to truly blame.
Olivia's face was red with anger, while I could only suppress my laughter, feeling waves of panic in my heart.
This... really wasn't something I taught her, I swear.
While Elodie was battling wits at the Cavendish house, Rowan and Callum weren't idle either.
The two boys had already reached the villa, and after entering with the passcode I'd given them, they immediately sprang into action.
Bad daddy and bad auntie, daring to bully Mommy and little sister—prepare to face the consequences.