Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

I called softly, "Elodie."
Taking advantage of the servant going upstairs to call Arnold, I quickly walked to her side and asked in a low voice: "Baby, did Arnold say anything to you last night, or do anything strange?"
Elodie blinked, trying hard to remember: "Bad dadd... um, he sang to Elodie last night, sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
I froze.
He sang? And sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?!
When had this man become so human?
He was always cold, but now he would actually take the initiative to coax a child... he must have discovered something.
He must have!
My heart immediately tightened, feeling like ice had been stuffed inside.
"What's wrong with Mommy?"
Elodie noticed my emotional state, tilting her little head to look at me, her eyes full of confusion.
I forced a smile, touching her hair, "Nothing, Mommy's fine."
"Did Mommy come to take Elodie home?"
Her voice was soft, full of expectation.
She wanted to go home. I could hear it.
She wasn't used to this place, wasn't used to nights without her brothers or me.
"Mommy, bad daddy is so stupid, he doesn't even know how to sing lullabies."
She had a "how can this person be so stupid" expression.
I almost couldn't hold back tears on the spot.
This silly girl... still didn't know she might have to live with "bad daddy" in the future.
The servant came down from upstairs and said to me: "Miss Reynolds, the young master requests you to go upstairs."
I took a deep breath, constantly telling myself not to jump to absolute conclusions before getting clear answers.
What if it was just a misunderstanding?
With this mentality, I headed to Arnold's study.
Third Person Perspective
On the other side, Victoria found Heatherin. After hearing her words, Heatherin was immediately shocked.
"That bitch Paisley is back? Didn't she disappear for five whole years? How could she come back?"
Paisley had disappeared for five years, almost like evaporating from the world. Heatherin had long thought she had completely vanished, maybe even died.
"Arnold found her in England. Heatherin, I know you hate her too. She's our common enemy, so you have to help me."
Heatherin had disliked Paisley since childhood—that genius girl who could learn anything and was loved by everyone. Paisley was like the sun in the sky, so dazzling she couldn't be ignored, while her own weak glow was completely insignificant in comparison.
Even more infuriating, Paisley had married into the Cavendish family, making their lives worlds apart.
"Why does Paisley get to be so smart, learning everything so easily?"
"Why does Paisley get to marry into the Cavendish family?"
Her heart was full of resentment.
She just wanted to surpass Paisley, to see her fall—not for any other reason, just for this satisfaction.
So Paisley absolutely could not become Mrs. Cavendish again.
"Fine, I'll help you. What do you want me to do?"
"Help me watch her, see if there are any children around her. If there are, you must tell me immediately."
Paisley's Perspective
I entered Arnold's study, still that black and white decor that gave me a heavy sense of oppression the moment I walked in.
Only Arnold would like this kind of cold style.
He was looking at documents, put away his pen, and raised those deep dark eyes to stare at me.
"How did you escape?" his voice asked coldly.
Looking at his cold, refined face with no expression, my heart was already beating wildly.
Arnold lifted his chin, signaling the servant to leave. The moment the door closed, only the two of us were left in the study, and the air immediately tensed.
I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice calm: "I'm not a prisoner, don't make it sound so ugly."
He raised an eyebrow and sneered. Hearing that laugh made my heart even more nervous, but I didn't want him to see it.
"So, what are you here for?" he asked.
I didn't want to beat around the bush and spoke directly: "What did you mean last night? Having two people guard my door and watch me—what's the meaning of that?"
Arnold had originally wanted to deal with Elodie's matter first before settling accounts with me, but I came to him voluntarily.
His anger flared, "Don't you know what you did? And you have the face to ask why I had people watch you? Of course it's because I'm afraid you'll run away with the child."
These words pierced my heart like ice.
Indeed, he had discovered the child.
My whole body stiffened, my hands secretly clenched, my heart half frozen.
Since he already knew, let's make everything clear.
I looked up, "Fine, I admit it. I just can't get over the fact that the child almost got scalded with boiling water by Victoria yesterday, and that I got hurt. You don't trust me, so I can only retaliate against you in my own way."
Before I finished speaking, my phone dinged several times.
I frowned at my phone—it was messages and a photo from Dominic.