Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 43: Chapter 43

But Arnold surprised me. He didn't argue further, just gave a flat instruction: "Neil, get two people to watch her. I'll deal with this matter first, then come back to settle accounts with her."
After speaking, he turned and left.
I was stunned for a moment, instinctively taking a step forward: "Wait—"
Before I could catch up, his people blocked me.
I frowned deeply, completely confused: "What does he mean by this?"
He discovered the children but didn't take them, didn't question me, didn't force me to admit anything—he just left like that?
Was I still dreaming?
Neil wiped his sweat and sighed quietly: "Miss Reynolds, this time... you've really caused trouble. Sir is extremely angry right now, truly extremely angry."
"He didn't take the children?" I still couldn't believe it.
Neil's tone was complex: "This is only because it's you... anyone else would already be dead."
After saying this, he hurriedly chased after Arnold.
I just stood at the door, watching that car disappear into the distance. Only after the taillights completely vanished did I come back to my senses and slowly close the door.
The moment the door closed, I collapsed like a deflated balloon, slumping onto the floor, my hands still trembling slightly.
"Mommy!"
Rowan and Callum appeared from somewhere—they'd probably heard the commotion and had been hiding in their room, not daring to make a sound.
The moment I saw them, my eyes welled up.
The two children rushed into my arms, hugging me tightly.
"Mommy, what's wrong? What did bad daddy come here for?"
I held them close, breathing in their milky scent, feeling like I was finally coming back to life a little.
I took a gentle breath, trying to keep my voice calm: "It's okay, it's okay. Mommy will protect you both."
Even if I had to fight him to the death, I would never let him take you away.
Third Person Perspective
In the car, Arnold sat in the back seat, his face frighteningly dark, with no one daring to speak.
He closed his eyes grimly, forcing himself to calm down, but something felt wrong deep in his heart.
Based on the timeline, Paisley had been at the Cavendish house during dinner that day—she had no opportunity to act.
Moreover, the company's system defenses were top-level, not something an ordinary hacker could breach. It would have to be a top-tier hacker to infiltrate it.
Paisley... simply didn't have that capability.
He'd actually been suspicious from the start—had he suspected the wrong person?
But her reaction was too direct. When questioned, she admitted it outright, not even trying to cover up.
Since she'd confessed, what was there left to doubt?
But thinking again—while she might not have had time to do it personally, she could have hired someone.
The question was, where would Paisley find someone of that caliber?
Arnold's eyes suddenly darkened. Unless... someone was helping her from behind the scenes.
If the paternity test results showed that Elodie really was their child, it would mean Paisley had indeed been in England, and all her movements during this time had been deliberately hidden.
Anyone who could conceal things from his investigation was definitely no ordinary person.
He rolled down the car window.
"Neil."
Neil immediately stepped forward, bowing as he responded: "Sir?"
"Did you find the doctor?"
"We were just dealing with the hacker incident, haven't had time yet."
"Arrange it now. I want to know the results as soon as possible."
"Yes."
Just as he finished speaking, Arnold's phone rang.
Caller ID: Victoria.
He frowned and answered.
On the other end, Victoria was sobbing, sounding extremely wronged, her voice full of accusation: "Arnold, have you found who pulled the prank?"
Arnold's gaze fell on the villa in the distance. After several seconds of silence, his tone was low: "Not yet."
Victoria was about to say more when the phone was taken by her father, Raymond Hayes.
"Arnold, this incident is too damaging. There must be accountability!" Raymond's tone no longer concealed his anger.
Arnold rested his elbow on the car window, his fingertips tapping the door, his tone unhurried: "If we find the person, how do you plan to handle it?"
"Maliciously slandering my daughter's reputation—of course we'll pursue it to the end. Lawsuits, compensation—not one can be spared."
Arnold's brow furrowed tighter, anger hidden in his eyes.
She'd terminated his child, fled for five years, and now upon returning had caused him this much trouble.
She really was... never letting him have peace.
"I understand."
"Arnold, have you actually found the person or not?" Raymond pressed relentlessly.
With Arnold's methods, he didn't believe he couldn't trace them.
Arnold responded flatly: "Not yet." Then without waiting for their reply, he hung up directly.
"Hello? Arnold?"
Raymond angrily slammed his phone on the table.
Victoria sniffled and said quietly: "Dad... if Arnold says he hasn't found them, it should be true."
Raymond looked at her and sighed helplessly: "You're still too naive. With Arnold's capabilities, if he really wanted to investigate, how could he not find them? If he's not saying, it can only mean—the person he found is someone he wants to protect."