Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 42: Chapter 42
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I hesitated for a few seconds without moving, then the doorbell rang again. The person seemed determined—they wouldn't leave until the door was opened.
I put down my water glass and muttered quietly: "It's so late, who could be visiting?"
I walked to the door and first looked through the peephole.
A man in an impeccable suit with an expressionless face stood outside. I didn't recognize him and originally didn't want to open the door, but he persistently pressed the bell again.
I cautiously picked up a ceramic ornament by the door, gripping it in my hand, and carefully opened the door a crack: "You are..."
Before I could finish speaking, I saw that face clearly—I froze like I'd been struck by lightning.
It was actually him—Arnold.
My heart dropped with a "thud," and my reflex was to slam the door shut.
I didn't know why he was here, but Rowan and Callum were still inside!
His eyes flashed coldly as he raised his hand to block, and the door was pushed open with a "bang."
I was forced back two steps by his momentum, my heart colder than the night wind outside.
He stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping the room—the clean living room, the little robots on the floor, the aroma of food...
I knew he must have sensed something.
He spoke slowly, his voice cold as ice shards: "Paisley, what's the meaning of this? You'd better explain things clearly right now."
I was chilled to the bone.
Was fate really predetermined? I'd tried so hard to escape for so long, yet ultimately couldn't escape from him.
Arnold had discovered the children.
I clenched my back teeth, feeling even my tooth roots ache, my heartbeat pounding as if it would shatter my chest.
I raised my face, pale as I looked directly at him.
Since he'd already come to my door, I had nothing left to hide.
"What do you want me to explain?" I asked him with clear articulation, my voice steady though my palms were already red from my own nails digging in.
Yes, I hid the children from him, so what?
Yes, I didn't want my children to call him father, so what?
I didn't feel there was anything about this that needed explaining.
Arnold's gaze burned into me like fire, suppressing his anger, his breathing heavy with emotion.
"You pulled such a childish prank—don't you want to explain that?"
"I have nothing to explain." I calmly repeated, my voice showing no sign of backing down.
His eyes instantly grew colder, as if he'd start yelling at me the next second.
His stare made my scalp tingle as my hands hung at my sides, secretly clenched into fists.
I knew that if it really came to fighting over the children, I couldn't match him.
But I also knew that if he dared touch my children, I'd fight him to the death.
"Just tell me what you want to do." I suppressed the fear in my heart and stared at him.
What had to come would come—I didn't want to waste another word.
"Heh." He laughed coldly, the sound chilling, "Now that I've discovered you, this is your attitude? Too lazy to even pretend anymore?"
"I said I have nothing to explain." I raised my chin, my eyes cold.
He nodded, narrowing his eyes, his voice almost squeezed through his teeth: "Very good, at least you admit it. After doing all this, Paisley, you really are something."
I didn't retreat, instead laughing coldly: "Thank you for the compliment. Though I was indeed careless to be discovered by you so quickly."
His face completely darkened as he waved his hand sharply: "Neil, take her away."
My heart clenched as anger surged.
"Who dares!" I shouted coldly, standing straight.
"If you want to make demands, just say so directly. There's no need for violence."
I tried to maintain composure, but he saw right through the tremor in my eyes.
He seemed in no hurry now, speaking leisurely: "You really dare to act and take responsibility."
I smiled coldly and said nothing.
Since everything was already discovered, what was there to say? From now on, I could only tough it out to the end.
I put down my water glass and muttered quietly: "It's so late, who could be visiting?"
I walked to the door and first looked through the peephole.
A man in an impeccable suit with an expressionless face stood outside. I didn't recognize him and originally didn't want to open the door, but he persistently pressed the bell again.
I cautiously picked up a ceramic ornament by the door, gripping it in my hand, and carefully opened the door a crack: "You are..."
Before I could finish speaking, I saw that face clearly—I froze like I'd been struck by lightning.
It was actually him—Arnold.
My heart dropped with a "thud," and my reflex was to slam the door shut.
I didn't know why he was here, but Rowan and Callum were still inside!
His eyes flashed coldly as he raised his hand to block, and the door was pushed open with a "bang."
I was forced back two steps by his momentum, my heart colder than the night wind outside.
He stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping the room—the clean living room, the little robots on the floor, the aroma of food...
I knew he must have sensed something.
He spoke slowly, his voice cold as ice shards: "Paisley, what's the meaning of this? You'd better explain things clearly right now."
I was chilled to the bone.
Was fate really predetermined? I'd tried so hard to escape for so long, yet ultimately couldn't escape from him.
Arnold had discovered the children.
I clenched my back teeth, feeling even my tooth roots ache, my heartbeat pounding as if it would shatter my chest.
I raised my face, pale as I looked directly at him.
Since he'd already come to my door, I had nothing left to hide.
"What do you want me to explain?" I asked him with clear articulation, my voice steady though my palms were already red from my own nails digging in.
Yes, I hid the children from him, so what?
Yes, I didn't want my children to call him father, so what?
I didn't feel there was anything about this that needed explaining.
Arnold's gaze burned into me like fire, suppressing his anger, his breathing heavy with emotion.
"You pulled such a childish prank—don't you want to explain that?"
"I have nothing to explain." I calmly repeated, my voice showing no sign of backing down.
His eyes instantly grew colder, as if he'd start yelling at me the next second.
His stare made my scalp tingle as my hands hung at my sides, secretly clenched into fists.
I knew that if it really came to fighting over the children, I couldn't match him.
But I also knew that if he dared touch my children, I'd fight him to the death.
"Just tell me what you want to do." I suppressed the fear in my heart and stared at him.
What had to come would come—I didn't want to waste another word.
"Heh." He laughed coldly, the sound chilling, "Now that I've discovered you, this is your attitude? Too lazy to even pretend anymore?"
"I said I have nothing to explain." I raised my chin, my eyes cold.
He nodded, narrowing his eyes, his voice almost squeezed through his teeth: "Very good, at least you admit it. After doing all this, Paisley, you really are something."
I didn't retreat, instead laughing coldly: "Thank you for the compliment. Though I was indeed careless to be discovered by you so quickly."
His face completely darkened as he waved his hand sharply: "Neil, take her away."
My heart clenched as anger surged.
"Who dares!" I shouted coldly, standing straight.
"If you want to make demands, just say so directly. There's no need for violence."
I tried to maintain composure, but he saw right through the tremor in my eyes.
He seemed in no hurry now, speaking leisurely: "You really dare to act and take responsibility."
I smiled coldly and said nothing.
Since everything was already discovered, what was there to say? From now on, I could only tough it out to the end.
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