Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Arnold didn't notice the fragility in my voice.
"There was an accident these past few days," he said.
"What about last night? Did you enjoy the birthday celebration?" I stared at him, my tone calm but hiding a storm.
Arnold frowned, and before he could speak, a woman in a red dress with his jacket draped over her shoulders walked in behind him.
My expression darkened further.
"Paisley, I'm sorry. Arnold was with me last night. My mother fell ill a few days ago, and Arnold was afraid I'd struggle alone, so he helped me take care of her. It's my fault he didn't see your messages these past days—I shouldn't have troubled Arnold," Victoria said apologetically from the doorway.
Listening to her words, a bitter sourness churned in my chest, nearly swallowing me whole.
So he missed our wedding to take care of Victoria's mother?
"Is your mother seriously ill?" I asked, struggling to remain composed.
"Not serious at all—just a little cold with some fever. She's almost completely better now."
I felt like someone had punched me hard in the chest, the dull pain making it nearly impossible to breathe.
I tried to control my emotions, but my reddened eyes and trembling lips betrayed me.
Arnold's frown deepened. He knew that when my mother passed away, he had been in a meeting. He was supposed to come over after the meeting ended, but then something happened with Victoria—one thing after another, and he had forgotten about me.
Regardless, he seemed to feel—very sorry.
He was about to walk toward the flower tribute table when I reached out to stop him.
"No need. Her mother is more important. Go accompany her and her mother."
He paused mid-step and didn't move further.
I didn't want to stay here anymore. I stood up to leave.
I didn't cry. I wouldn't allow myself to shed tears for someone unworthy.
Seeing me struggling to walk, a flash of unprecedented heartache crossed his face.
Victoria's mother had just a small cold, yet she cried and called him for help. But when my mother died, I endured everything alone.
"Where are you going?" He tried to call after me.
I smiled bitterly.
He had abandoned me to care for another woman's mother, which showed he didn't care about me at all.
What would be the fate of a child born to a woman he didn't care about?
A child who wasn't anticipated—even if born, might not be happy.
I looked down at my slightly curved belly. My chest ached sharply, and I seemed to make some decision, turning to walk quickly toward the elevator.
Seeing me leave, he appeared anxious and stepped forward to follow, but Victoria grabbed him.
"Arnold, Paisley is very sad right now. Maybe let her calm down by herself?"
He frowned at her and pushed her hand away directly, his tone ice-cold: "She's in a bad emotional state and could easily have an accident. Go back by yourself."
I walked out of the hall and disappeared into the crowd.
When he chased after me, he could no longer see my figure.
Standing by the street watching traffic, he pulled out his phone: "Locate Paisley's phone immediately and find her."
I don't know if he panicked then.
An hour later, he received a call from his assistant.
"Sir, Mrs. is at the hospital now."
"What is she doing at the hospital?"
"Having an... abortion. Also, Mrs. had a lawyer draft divorce papers... Mrs. has already signed them."
A buzzing sound seemed to explode in his ears.
He stood there, his deep eyes filled with disbelief.
"There was an accident these past few days," he said.
"What about last night? Did you enjoy the birthday celebration?" I stared at him, my tone calm but hiding a storm.
Arnold frowned, and before he could speak, a woman in a red dress with his jacket draped over her shoulders walked in behind him.
My expression darkened further.
"Paisley, I'm sorry. Arnold was with me last night. My mother fell ill a few days ago, and Arnold was afraid I'd struggle alone, so he helped me take care of her. It's my fault he didn't see your messages these past days—I shouldn't have troubled Arnold," Victoria said apologetically from the doorway.
Listening to her words, a bitter sourness churned in my chest, nearly swallowing me whole.
So he missed our wedding to take care of Victoria's mother?
"Is your mother seriously ill?" I asked, struggling to remain composed.
"Not serious at all—just a little cold with some fever. She's almost completely better now."
I felt like someone had punched me hard in the chest, the dull pain making it nearly impossible to breathe.
I tried to control my emotions, but my reddened eyes and trembling lips betrayed me.
Arnold's frown deepened. He knew that when my mother passed away, he had been in a meeting. He was supposed to come over after the meeting ended, but then something happened with Victoria—one thing after another, and he had forgotten about me.
Regardless, he seemed to feel—very sorry.
He was about to walk toward the flower tribute table when I reached out to stop him.
"No need. Her mother is more important. Go accompany her and her mother."
He paused mid-step and didn't move further.
I didn't want to stay here anymore. I stood up to leave.
I didn't cry. I wouldn't allow myself to shed tears for someone unworthy.
Seeing me struggling to walk, a flash of unprecedented heartache crossed his face.
Victoria's mother had just a small cold, yet she cried and called him for help. But when my mother died, I endured everything alone.
"Where are you going?" He tried to call after me.
I smiled bitterly.
He had abandoned me to care for another woman's mother, which showed he didn't care about me at all.
What would be the fate of a child born to a woman he didn't care about?
A child who wasn't anticipated—even if born, might not be happy.
I looked down at my slightly curved belly. My chest ached sharply, and I seemed to make some decision, turning to walk quickly toward the elevator.
Seeing me leave, he appeared anxious and stepped forward to follow, but Victoria grabbed him.
"Arnold, Paisley is very sad right now. Maybe let her calm down by herself?"
He frowned at her and pushed her hand away directly, his tone ice-cold: "She's in a bad emotional state and could easily have an accident. Go back by yourself."
I walked out of the hall and disappeared into the crowd.
When he chased after me, he could no longer see my figure.
Standing by the street watching traffic, he pulled out his phone: "Locate Paisley's phone immediately and find her."
I don't know if he panicked then.
An hour later, he received a call from his assistant.
"Sir, Mrs. is at the hospital now."
"What is she doing at the hospital?"
"Having an... abortion. Also, Mrs. had a lawyer draft divorce papers... Mrs. has already signed them."
A buzzing sound seemed to explode in his ears.
He stood there, his deep eyes filled with disbelief.
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