Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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After dinner, Scott politely invited me to stay at the estate overnight.
But I declined.
I was worried about Rowan and Callum, uneasy about the two of them being outside alone. Besides, if Elodie and I stayed here too long and had too much contact, we'd inevitably reveal flaws and arouse more suspicion.
Victoria would also be going home tonight. As long as she wasn't here, I'd feel somewhat more at ease, and Elodie would be temporarily safe.
Scott didn't force me. He understood the current state between Arnold and me, so he just nodded and had someone prepare a car to take me away.
Before leaving, I couldn't help but look back at Elodie.
She was sitting on the sofa holding a cushion, softly and sweetly raising her chubby little hand to wave gently at me: "Goodbye, Auntie~"
I smiled, my expression exactly like an ordinary, polite guest: "Goodbye, Elodie."
But my heart tightened slightly.
Those two words "Auntie" were so jarring.
I knew she was pretending.
Pretending flawlessly, so much so that even I almost believed she was just a little girl passing through my life.
Just as I turned to leave, my gaze swept to a figure by the floor-to-ceiling window—Arnold was standing there on a phone call.
His peripheral vision was on Elodie and me, his eyes deep.
I knew he was watching, thinking, suspecting.
He was already suspicious.
Otherwise he wouldn't be watching so intently.
He was waiting for me to slip up, or for Elodie to accidentally call out "Mommy."
But throughout the entire day, we'd cooperated seamlessly. Except for that unconfirmable "Mommy" at the airport, there were no flaws.
I couldn't give myself away.
I had to protect Elodie's safety first.
So I could only hide my feelings, maintain that nonchalant appearance, and leave the Cavendish house.
As the car slowly drove out of the estate, I glanced through the window at the mansion in the rearview mirror, my thoughts churning.
Third Person Perspective
She walked over and tugged at Arnold's sleeve, saying softly: "Uncle, Elodie is sleepy."
Arnold looked at the little girl rubbing her eyes and signaled to a nearby servant: "Take her to bed."
The old estate had a children's room, prepared for children years ago, though it had always remained empty. A servant came over and led Elodie to the room.
Elodie was particular about cleanliness and always had to bathe before bed. The servant prepared clothes for her and led her to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Elodie sat in a bubble-filled bathtub, letting the servant bathe her, occasionally lifting her little neck cooperatively.
Hearing that Arnold had let Elodie stay in the children's room, Olivia stormed in angrily. This was the room she'd prepared for her own grandchildren—why should this wild child get to stay there?
Seeing her at the door, Elodie called out: "Granny!"
This "Granny" made Olivia stop in her tracks.
Elodie looked at her with those big eyes, full of sincerity.
Olivia instinctively wanted to respond but forcibly stopped herself.
This little girl wasn't her granddaughter. Only real grandchildren could call her grandma.
She didn't want to be charmed by this little girl.
After staring at her for a few seconds, Olivia simply ignored her and said nothing more.
Fine, let her stay in this room for one night—it wasn't a big deal.
Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a faint crescent-shaped birthmark on Elodie's shoulder.
That birthmark—she remembered seeing it somewhere before.
Olivia stepped closer for a better look.
That's right, this birthmark was extremely similar to one on Paisley's body.
This little girl and Paisley really were fated—even their birthmarks were nearly identical.
Olivia turned and walked out.
Elodie didn't understand why Olivia was always cold to her and didn't like talking to her.
Just as Olivia walked out, she ran into Arnold.
He said in a low voice: "Mom."
Olivia took a deep breath and said: "When are you sending this little girl away? She's no relation to us. You'd spend your time better looking for Paisley to see if she's really hiding children."
Arnold answered: "Tomorrow."
Olivia didn't say more and was about to return to her room when she suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask: "Arnold, do you remember if Paisley has a birthmark on her shoulder?"
"Birthmark? What birthmark?" Arnold frowned.
He and Paisley had little intimate life, so naturally he hadn't paid much attention to details on her body and didn't know if she had birthmarks.
Olivia smiled helplessly.
Her son had been married for eight years and didn't even know if his wife had birthmarks.
"Paisley seems to have a crescent-shaped birthmark. I saw that little girl has one too. I remember Paisley saying this birthmark was something her mother also had, and it's pink—quite distinctive."
Arnold's eyes tightened: "You're saying they have the same birthmark?"
Seven or eight years had passed, and Olivia couldn't be completely certain: "I think so, but I can't be 100% sure. What's wrong?"
Arnold's expression changed dramatically.
Multiple appearances at different locations, that cry of "Mommy," and now the same birthmark...
Not doing a paternity test would be letting down all these exposed clues.
He immediately turned and went out.
Downstairs, Neil was waiting.
Arnold instructed: "Contact a testing facility immediately and get some doctors here to collect DNA samples."
But I declined.
I was worried about Rowan and Callum, uneasy about the two of them being outside alone. Besides, if Elodie and I stayed here too long and had too much contact, we'd inevitably reveal flaws and arouse more suspicion.
Victoria would also be going home tonight. As long as she wasn't here, I'd feel somewhat more at ease, and Elodie would be temporarily safe.
Scott didn't force me. He understood the current state between Arnold and me, so he just nodded and had someone prepare a car to take me away.
Before leaving, I couldn't help but look back at Elodie.
She was sitting on the sofa holding a cushion, softly and sweetly raising her chubby little hand to wave gently at me: "Goodbye, Auntie~"
I smiled, my expression exactly like an ordinary, polite guest: "Goodbye, Elodie."
But my heart tightened slightly.
Those two words "Auntie" were so jarring.
I knew she was pretending.
Pretending flawlessly, so much so that even I almost believed she was just a little girl passing through my life.
Just as I turned to leave, my gaze swept to a figure by the floor-to-ceiling window—Arnold was standing there on a phone call.
His peripheral vision was on Elodie and me, his eyes deep.
I knew he was watching, thinking, suspecting.
He was already suspicious.
Otherwise he wouldn't be watching so intently.
He was waiting for me to slip up, or for Elodie to accidentally call out "Mommy."
But throughout the entire day, we'd cooperated seamlessly. Except for that unconfirmable "Mommy" at the airport, there were no flaws.
I couldn't give myself away.
I had to protect Elodie's safety first.
So I could only hide my feelings, maintain that nonchalant appearance, and leave the Cavendish house.
As the car slowly drove out of the estate, I glanced through the window at the mansion in the rearview mirror, my thoughts churning.
Third Person Perspective
She walked over and tugged at Arnold's sleeve, saying softly: "Uncle, Elodie is sleepy."
Arnold looked at the little girl rubbing her eyes and signaled to a nearby servant: "Take her to bed."
The old estate had a children's room, prepared for children years ago, though it had always remained empty. A servant came over and led Elodie to the room.
Elodie was particular about cleanliness and always had to bathe before bed. The servant prepared clothes for her and led her to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Elodie sat in a bubble-filled bathtub, letting the servant bathe her, occasionally lifting her little neck cooperatively.
Hearing that Arnold had let Elodie stay in the children's room, Olivia stormed in angrily. This was the room she'd prepared for her own grandchildren—why should this wild child get to stay there?
Seeing her at the door, Elodie called out: "Granny!"
This "Granny" made Olivia stop in her tracks.
Elodie looked at her with those big eyes, full of sincerity.
Olivia instinctively wanted to respond but forcibly stopped herself.
This little girl wasn't her granddaughter. Only real grandchildren could call her grandma.
She didn't want to be charmed by this little girl.
After staring at her for a few seconds, Olivia simply ignored her and said nothing more.
Fine, let her stay in this room for one night—it wasn't a big deal.
Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a faint crescent-shaped birthmark on Elodie's shoulder.
That birthmark—she remembered seeing it somewhere before.
Olivia stepped closer for a better look.
That's right, this birthmark was extremely similar to one on Paisley's body.
This little girl and Paisley really were fated—even their birthmarks were nearly identical.
Olivia turned and walked out.
Elodie didn't understand why Olivia was always cold to her and didn't like talking to her.
Just as Olivia walked out, she ran into Arnold.
He said in a low voice: "Mom."
Olivia took a deep breath and said: "When are you sending this little girl away? She's no relation to us. You'd spend your time better looking for Paisley to see if she's really hiding children."
Arnold answered: "Tomorrow."
Olivia didn't say more and was about to return to her room when she suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask: "Arnold, do you remember if Paisley has a birthmark on her shoulder?"
"Birthmark? What birthmark?" Arnold frowned.
He and Paisley had little intimate life, so naturally he hadn't paid much attention to details on her body and didn't know if she had birthmarks.
Olivia smiled helplessly.
Her son had been married for eight years and didn't even know if his wife had birthmarks.
"Paisley seems to have a crescent-shaped birthmark. I saw that little girl has one too. I remember Paisley saying this birthmark was something her mother also had, and it's pink—quite distinctive."
Arnold's eyes tightened: "You're saying they have the same birthmark?"
Seven or eight years had passed, and Olivia couldn't be completely certain: "I think so, but I can't be 100% sure. What's wrong?"
Arnold's expression changed dramatically.
Multiple appearances at different locations, that cry of "Mommy," and now the same birthmark...
Not doing a paternity test would be letting down all these exposed clues.
He immediately turned and went out.
Downstairs, Neil was waiting.
Arnold instructed: "Contact a testing facility immediately and get some doctors here to collect DNA samples."
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