Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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The next morning.
Elodie woke up naturally, opening her eyes full of energy. The servants dressed her in an exquisite little dress, tied a bow, and styled her hair—the little girl looked exactly like a doll.
She bounced out of her room and happened to encounter Arnold heading out for work.
"Bad dadd—"
She blurted out instinctively, but immediately realized as the words hit the ground—she'd said it wrong!
Her little face changed as she quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late.
Arnold's gaze swept over like a searchlight, landing directly on her face.
Clearly... he'd heard.
Elodie froze like a small animal, standing motionless, her heartbeat skipping half a beat.
Oh no, her heart dropped with a thud, even her ear tips turning red: What should she do!
Arnold raised his eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on her nervous little appearance.
"Little one, what did you just say?"
Elodie looked down at her dress hem, her small hands twisting the fabric, extremely nervous.
"Hmm?" he pressed.
"...Still sleepy?" Arnold asked tentatively.
Elodie blinked and quickly nodded.
"Didn't say anything."
After speaking, she turned to flee in panic, running quickly downstairs.
But his voice came from behind again: "Stop."
Elodie's steps paused as she slowly turned around, looking up at him with an innocent expression: "Does uncle have something else?"
Arnold looked at her, "When is your mother coming to pick you up?"
The little girl blinked, trying hard to remember what Paisley had said yesterday.
"Should be noon."
"Mm."
Arnold didn't seem to plan on letting her go just like that.
Seeing he wasn't speaking, Elodie had to ask again: "Does uncle have anything else?"
Arnold spoke slowly: "You promised last night to tell me your mother's name."
Elodie looked at him blankly: "Did Elodie promise? I don't remember."
She shrugged, looking innocent, "Things you don't remember don't count."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, looking at this little child who was seriously playing dumb, couldn't help but chuckle.
"At such a young age, you've learned to tease adults?"
"Who's teasing uncle? Is it Elodie?"
She looked harmless, with the corner of her mouth secretly lifted, her little pride written on her face.
Arnold shook his head helplessly and reached out to ruffle her soft hair.
Never mind.
The paternity test was already arranged anyway—whether she said it or not didn't really matter anymore.
Paisley's Perspective
I didn't sleep a wink all night, my mind full of chaos, my nerves stretched to the breaking point.
What did Arnold mean?
He already knew about the children's secret, yet said nothing, only leaving two men in black to guard the door and prevent me from leaving. What was he trying to do? Did he want to trap me and the children together, catching us all in one net?
Thinking this, cold sweat broke out on my back.
This was indeed Arnold—deep thoughts, ruthless methods, never playing by the rules.
I rolled out of bed and paced around the room.
No, I couldn't just sit and wait for death. I had to run!
But... Elodie was still in his hands. Even if I ran with Rowan and Callum, what would be the point? I'd only escape two-thirds.
I flopped back on the bed, lying there like a salted fish, grabbed the blanket to cover my head, and sighed heavily several times.
Damn it, Arnold really was my destined calamity. How did I end up with such a nemesis?
"Ring ring—"
The phone rang, startling me awake. It was a video call.
The screen showed a contact marked with the letter: D.
I frowned and answered. A devastatingly handsome face immediately appeared. Long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, carelessly charming, annoyingly handsome.
The moment I saw him I got angry, "You still have the face to call me?"
He stared at me leisurely, his voice lazy and low: "Why wouldn't I dare?"
"You sent all three of them over without warning—were you trying to scare me to death?"
He curved his mouth with a hint of mockery: "I thought you'd thank me."
"I thank your whole family."
Thinking of yesterday's chaotic situation, I was about to explode. The risk of the children being discovered by Arnold was much greater than I'd imagined. Right now I was like an angry rabbit—irritable, anxious, wanting to bite someone.
But he looked leisurely smoking, his eyes suddenly deepening, "Will you come back after returning?"
My mood clogged up, becoming even more annoyed.
How could I go back? Arnold hadn't made his attitude clear here, and I still had to wait for divorce procedures. Hearing that divorce required a month's cooling-off period gave me an instant headache. Various matters tangled together, impossible to sort out.
"Still uncertain."
He exhaled smoke on his end, looking at me with deep eyes.
"Your ex-husband won't let you come back?"
I pulled at the corner of my mouth, suddenly having a flash of inspiration, glaring at him: "You need to take responsibility for me and the children."
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow, the dangerous aura on his face actually lightening somewhat, even looking like... he'd been waiting for me to say this.
"Fine, I'll take responsibility." He quickly responded, "I'll send people to pick you and the children up. Marry me, and I'll handle everything for you."
Elodie woke up naturally, opening her eyes full of energy. The servants dressed her in an exquisite little dress, tied a bow, and styled her hair—the little girl looked exactly like a doll.
She bounced out of her room and happened to encounter Arnold heading out for work.
"Bad dadd—"
She blurted out instinctively, but immediately realized as the words hit the ground—she'd said it wrong!
Her little face changed as she quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late.
Arnold's gaze swept over like a searchlight, landing directly on her face.
Clearly... he'd heard.
Elodie froze like a small animal, standing motionless, her heartbeat skipping half a beat.
Oh no, her heart dropped with a thud, even her ear tips turning red: What should she do!
Arnold raised his eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on her nervous little appearance.
"Little one, what did you just say?"
Elodie looked down at her dress hem, her small hands twisting the fabric, extremely nervous.
"Hmm?" he pressed.
"...Still sleepy?" Arnold asked tentatively.
Elodie blinked and quickly nodded.
"Didn't say anything."
After speaking, she turned to flee in panic, running quickly downstairs.
But his voice came from behind again: "Stop."
Elodie's steps paused as she slowly turned around, looking up at him with an innocent expression: "Does uncle have something else?"
Arnold looked at her, "When is your mother coming to pick you up?"
The little girl blinked, trying hard to remember what Paisley had said yesterday.
"Should be noon."
"Mm."
Arnold didn't seem to plan on letting her go just like that.
Seeing he wasn't speaking, Elodie had to ask again: "Does uncle have anything else?"
Arnold spoke slowly: "You promised last night to tell me your mother's name."
Elodie looked at him blankly: "Did Elodie promise? I don't remember."
She shrugged, looking innocent, "Things you don't remember don't count."
Arnold raised an eyebrow, looking at this little child who was seriously playing dumb, couldn't help but chuckle.
"At such a young age, you've learned to tease adults?"
"Who's teasing uncle? Is it Elodie?"
She looked harmless, with the corner of her mouth secretly lifted, her little pride written on her face.
Arnold shook his head helplessly and reached out to ruffle her soft hair.
Never mind.
The paternity test was already arranged anyway—whether she said it or not didn't really matter anymore.
Paisley's Perspective
I didn't sleep a wink all night, my mind full of chaos, my nerves stretched to the breaking point.
What did Arnold mean?
He already knew about the children's secret, yet said nothing, only leaving two men in black to guard the door and prevent me from leaving. What was he trying to do? Did he want to trap me and the children together, catching us all in one net?
Thinking this, cold sweat broke out on my back.
This was indeed Arnold—deep thoughts, ruthless methods, never playing by the rules.
I rolled out of bed and paced around the room.
No, I couldn't just sit and wait for death. I had to run!
But... Elodie was still in his hands. Even if I ran with Rowan and Callum, what would be the point? I'd only escape two-thirds.
I flopped back on the bed, lying there like a salted fish, grabbed the blanket to cover my head, and sighed heavily several times.
Damn it, Arnold really was my destined calamity. How did I end up with such a nemesis?
"Ring ring—"
The phone rang, startling me awake. It was a video call.
The screen showed a contact marked with the letter: D.
I frowned and answered. A devastatingly handsome face immediately appeared. Long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, carelessly charming, annoyingly handsome.
The moment I saw him I got angry, "You still have the face to call me?"
He stared at me leisurely, his voice lazy and low: "Why wouldn't I dare?"
"You sent all three of them over without warning—were you trying to scare me to death?"
He curved his mouth with a hint of mockery: "I thought you'd thank me."
"I thank your whole family."
Thinking of yesterday's chaotic situation, I was about to explode. The risk of the children being discovered by Arnold was much greater than I'd imagined. Right now I was like an angry rabbit—irritable, anxious, wanting to bite someone.
But he looked leisurely smoking, his eyes suddenly deepening, "Will you come back after returning?"
My mood clogged up, becoming even more annoyed.
How could I go back? Arnold hadn't made his attitude clear here, and I still had to wait for divorce procedures. Hearing that divorce required a month's cooling-off period gave me an instant headache. Various matters tangled together, impossible to sort out.
"Still uncertain."
He exhaled smoke on his end, looking at me with deep eyes.
"Your ex-husband won't let you come back?"
I pulled at the corner of my mouth, suddenly having a flash of inspiration, glaring at him: "You need to take responsibility for me and the children."
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow, the dangerous aura on his face actually lightening somewhat, even looking like... he'd been waiting for me to say this.
"Fine, I'll take responsibility." He quickly responded, "I'll send people to pick you and the children up. Marry me, and I'll handle everything for you."
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