Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Arnold's words hit my heart like a heavy hammer.
I froze, my heartbeat skipping a beat, my entire being like it had been paused.
Paternity test? Whose? Between whom?
My first reaction was—he suspected Elodie was his child.
He actually went and did a paternity test!
I stared blankly at that manila envelope, my mind empty for a moment. As Arnold began to open it, my heartbeat raced, almost bursting through my chest.
"Paisley."
He suddenly called my name. I instinctively looked up.
He held the test report that he hadn't taken out yet, staring directly at me with both eyes, as if trying to see through all my secrets.
"You tell me yourself, or I read it? Choose one."
My hands clenched tightly, resting on my knees. He really did it... he'd suspected for a long time and finally went to confirm it himself.
I panicked for a moment, every nerve in my body stretched to the extreme. Afraid. If he knew the truth... I couldn't bear the consequences at all.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
I bit my lip, didn't answer. Even if I let him read it himself, the outcome would be the same, but I just couldn't speak.
Ridiculous. I calculated everything, yet missed this point.
"Your silence means you're admitting it."
Arnold spoke coldly, his voice carrying barely suppressed emotion, "You and Elodie have been acting all along, haven't you? She is our child, isn't she?"
My heart sank bit by bit.
I looked up directly at him, trying to hide my guilt, "Since you've done the paternity test, why ask me? Read it yourself."
I had already decided. If I was really exposed, I wouldn't divorce. As long as I didn't divorce, Victoria couldn't enter the Cavendish family door, and she couldn't hurt Elodie.
Arnold gave a light, cold laugh.
He clearly took my attitude as admission.
He opened the manila envelope, flipping through those pages one by one. I sat there feeling time freeze bit by bit, breathing becoming difficult.
He read very carefully, scanning line by line, fingertips gripping the papers tightly.
I stared at his face, trying to judge the results from his subtle expression changes. But he gave me no clues at all.
Until the last page, his gaze stopped there, his whole person still as stone.
I was tense all over, feeling like a knife hung over my neck, about to fall the next second.
I held my breath until he suddenly frowned.
...He frowned?
He was dissatisfied with the results?
Scott was also getting anxious waiting beside us, couldn't help speaking: "How is it?"
I kept encouraging myself: It's okay, even if he knows, I won't divorce. I can outlast this. I can outlast this for a lifetime.
Only then did Arnold slowly look up, placing the report on the table, looking at me.
I suddenly understood—Scott's eyes changed from expectation to disappointment.
They... both understood.
He shook his head.
He actually... shook his head?
My brain "buzzed," almost doubting whether I saw wrong.
What did that mean? He actually shook his head?
I tried hard to control the panic in my heart, pretending nonchalance as I picked up that report.
My gaze swept over the last line, my heart tightened.
"No blood relation."
My breathing stopped for a second, my pupils contracting sharply.
Impossible!
Elodie... wasn't Arnold's child?
I didn't believe it, read it again immediately. Still those same words:
"No blood relation."
How could this be?!
I instinctively looked up at Arnold, only to find he was staring at me intently.
That kind of gaze, as if he already knew I would be shocked.
I tried hard to steady my emotions, suppressing the question that almost burst from my mouth, put the paternity test back on the table, looked up at him, saying as calmly as possible:
"Now, still suspicious?"
For a moment, the living room was deathly quiet.
I looked at Arnold, saying word by word: "I told you long ago, I already aborted that child back then. I have no children."
I took a deep breath, turned to face Scott, "Grandfather, if tonight was only about this matter, may I leave now?"
I didn't dare stay longer. One more word and I might not be able to hold it together.
I turned to leave.
"Paisley—"
Scott called my name.
I didn't turn back.
Because I was completely confused now. I couldn't figure out at all—why was this report... this result?
I had already prepared for the worst-case scenario, even made plans not to divorce, but instead... the result was the most unbelievable one.
Could the paternity test results be wrong?
Impossible. The testing center couldn't make such an error.
Could someone have switched it?
Even more impossible.
The person who could replace the paternity test would definitely meet two conditions:
One: Know that Arnold was doing a paternity test.
Two: Know that Elodie was Arnold's daughter and not want him to know.
No one met both conditions.
I only found out today, so who else could replace the paternity test?
I couldn't figure it out.
Walking out of the Cavendish house, I felt like I could barely breathe. I leaned against that pillar outside, covering my heart, which was beating violently as if it would jump out the next second.