Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

"I..."
"Don't tell me you didn't do this."
Arnold looked at me, his gaze sharp.
His tone was too certain, too convinced, too interrogating—as if this matter could only be my doing, clearly not believing me.
I opened my mouth, and even "I didn't" almost got stuck in my throat. I didn't do it, but it wasn't something just anyone could pull off either. This fireworks show was too obvious, too arrogant, too expensive.
I was almost unable to defend myself.
I wasn't without thoughts about who did it, but thinking further... gave me even more headaches. Just arranging this fireworks show would cost at least several hundred thousand. How could those three little rascals manage it?
And... how would they know about tonight's timing?
"Can't explain it?" His voice was cold and direct, like an icy blade pressed against my throat.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, "Whether you believe it or not, I really didn't do anything."
Arnold's face remained cold, brows tightly furrowed. Of course he knew I couldn't create such a commotion alone. From his understanding, even if I had some money, I would never be willing to throw it all into the sky to explode as fireworks.
He stared at me, voice low, "Who's helping you? Who confessed to you tonight?"
Hearing this, I suddenly understood—he wasn't angry about the fireworks at all, but... someone confessing to me was what really bothered him.
I didn't speak, but laughed coldly inside.
I looked directly at him, "Don't interrogate me like a criminal. Even if I did do it, so what? Before signing divorce papers, your affair with Victoria is the real cheating. My interference is reasonable and justified."
He said I was being righteous?
"I'll say it again, I didn't cheat."
"Fine, then I cheated." I rolled my eyes, too lazy to argue, "I cheated, satisfied?"
I got up to leave, still worried about those three troublesome little ancestors.
But his next words made me explode.
"Good that you admit it. Who confessed to you?"
I turned back, "It's none of your business who it is. I'm beautiful and excellent—it's perfectly normal for people to pursue me."
My words were infuriating. Arnold was clearly angered, his face darker, gripping my wrist to prevent me from leaving.
Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at it and answered.
"Understood. Send them directly to the Cavendish family estate."
Hearing this, my eyebrow twitched with foreboding.
"Come with me."
"Where?"
"The estate. There's business."
I didn't want to go and confronted him directly: "If there's business, just say it. Why must we go to the estate?"
He looked at me, his voice lower but carrying oppressive pressure, "I'll let tonight's matter slide for now. But Paisley, there's something very important. You must be there in person. Grandfather is also waiting for you."
My heart "thumped." From his expression, this definitely wasn't good news.
Just then my phone vibrated. I looked down to see a message from Clara: [Rowan, Callum, and Elodie have left the banquet hall and gotten in the car.]
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, the children left safely. Now I could free my hands to deal with what comes next.
I looked at Arnold: "Perfect, I also have business with you."
The divorce agreement—I had to settle it this time.
In the car, Arnold remained silent throughout.
I saw his grim expression in the rearview mirror, making me even more uneasy.
I was thinking—what exactly did he want to do?
The car stopped in front of the estate, but he didn't get out.
He turned to look at me, his eyes complex and heavy. I immediately tensed up.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He looked at me as if making a major decision.
"Paisley, I'm giving you one chance to come clean now."
His tone startled me, my heartbeat inexplicably accelerating.
He continued: "Is Elodie mine and your child?"
Boom.
My brain went blank for an instant.
Why was he suddenly asking this?
I stared at him, not daring to let my expression become too obvious. My heart raced terribly, but I forced composure on the surface: "Are you crazy? Isn't Elodie someone you picked up at the airport? How did she become mine and your child?"
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Arnold stared at me, didn't press further, just nodded, "Alright, get out."
I was stunned, watching him get out first.
What had he discovered? Where had I revealed something? Why ask this suddenly today?
I sat in the car for a while before getting out.
He stood by the car, seeing my strapless dress with exposed shoulders, suddenly for some reason took off his suit jacket and draped it over me.
I froze, before I could react, he walked into the house without looking back.
I looked at the jacket on me—heavy, still carrying his cool, clean scent.
...Whatever, I'll wear it. It was a bit cold at night.
I walked into the Cavendish family estate.
The living room was so quiet it was unsettling.
Scott sat there, no one else in the room. He smiled and waved at me: "Paisley, you're here. Come sit quickly."
"Grandfather, you asked me here today—is there something wrong?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes. Something very important." He looked at me gently.
My heart tightened again.
Just then, with a "click," the door was pushed open.
I whipped my head around to see Neil walking in, holding a manila envelope.
"Sir, Scott, Miss Reynolds."
My whole body tensed.
Neil handed the manila envelope to Arnold.
Looking at that manila envelope, my heart suddenly "thumped" and inexplicably sank.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice controlled and fairly steady, but my palms were already getting cold.
"Paternity test."