Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 62: Chapter 62
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I took a deep breath, then another, until that suffocating feeling gradually faded and I barely regained my composure.
After returning home, I told Clara everything that happened at the Cavendish house.
She practically bounced out of her chair, her voice so sharp it could pierce the ceiling: "What?! What did you say?!"
The three children in front heard the commotion and all looked up at us, confused.
I quickly tugged Clara's sleeve, reminding her to calm down. She tried to take a deep breath, but her eyes were still wide as saucers—nowhere near calm.
"You're saying Arnold did a paternity test? But the result was—Elodie has no blood relation to him?!"
I rubbed my temples. Maybe I was too tense earlier, my head still hurt. "Yes."
She leaned closer, staring at me like I was an alien. "Paisley, you... you didn't cheat, did you?"
I nearly choked on her words, quickly pointing at Rowan and Callum sitting properly in the living room. These two kids resembled Arnold in some ways—what was she guessing at?
Clara looked at the two children, blinked, and seriously pondered while stroking her chin: "True. So what's going on? Wrong test results?"
"Too unlikely." I sighed.
She nodded. Indeed, paternity test errors were virtually impossible.
But the problem was, this whole thing made no sense now.
I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. Though I couldn't figure out what went wrong, at least the result was favorable for me.
Arnold shouldn't be suspecting Elodie anymore.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just thinking about this, my gaze fell on the three children who were secretly observing me but didn't dare approach.
My face darkened. "Rowan, Callum, Elodie, come here."
All three trembled.
They looked at each other, none daring to move. Finally, Rowan stepped forward bravely.
"Mommy... if you're going to scold someone, scold me. I was the one who took them there."
Just as I raised my hand, Elodie rushed forward to shield Rowan, her big watery eyes looking at me: "Mommy, don't blame Rowan. It's Elodie's fault. I came up with the idea. If Mommy wants to scold someone, scold me."
"No, it was me! Mommy, just scold me!" Callum also stepped forward.
Their unity made me laugh despite my anger, nearly choking on the breath I'd just swallowed.
Actually, I hadn't planned to really scold them. I knew they meant well, wanting to stand up for me. But they were too independent-minded—tonight really scared me badly.
"Mommy's asking you—who prepared tonight's fireworks?"
Elodie blinked at me mysteriously: "Mommy, guess! It's someone who—likes Mommy very, very much!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Dominic?"
Elodie dramatically exclaimed "Wow!" "Mommy's so smart, you guessed right~"
I rubbed my forehead. Of course.
Those three little rascals definitely couldn't have managed this scene alone—someone was definitely backing them up.
"Rowan, Callum, Elodie, didn't Mommy say not everything should trouble Uncle Dominic? He's not your real father and has no obligation to help us. This is too much trouble for him."
"He could be our daddy too! Uncle Dominic is so nice!" When Callum mentioned Dominic, his little face lit up with smiles.
"Stop! Don't randomly play matchmaker."
Elodie pouted and muttered: "Uncle Dominic wanted to help himself. We couldn't stop him... And Mommy, weren't tonight's fireworks super romantic? Bad Daddy wouldn't set them off for you, but Uncle Dominic did."
I really... thank you all. After scaring me like this, you still look so proud.
Callum puffed out his little chest: "Exactly! Uncle Dominic's fireworks are ten thousand times prettier than Bad Daddy's!"
I bet if Dominic heard this, his tail would reach the sky.
Whatever, what's done is done. What could I say?
I silently opened my phone and transferred money to Dominic. I couldn't always let him provide both effort and money.
But soon after, the money was returned.
Me: "..."
Tonight's Victoria's birthday party shot straight to trending topic number one.
The million-dollar fireworks became a joke. On-site reporters even captured photos of Victoria's dark expression—she must be ready to explode with rage now.
At this moment in the Cavendish house, Arnold sat alone in his study, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Had he really suspected wrongly?
Was his suspicion about Elodie... wrong?
But how could he explain all those doubts in his heart?
The more he thought, the more his head hurt. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
But he wouldn't give up so easily.
As long as those doubts remained, he wouldn't stop suspecting.
After returning home, I told Clara everything that happened at the Cavendish house.
She practically bounced out of her chair, her voice so sharp it could pierce the ceiling: "What?! What did you say?!"
The three children in front heard the commotion and all looked up at us, confused.
I quickly tugged Clara's sleeve, reminding her to calm down. She tried to take a deep breath, but her eyes were still wide as saucers—nowhere near calm.
"You're saying Arnold did a paternity test? But the result was—Elodie has no blood relation to him?!"
I rubbed my temples. Maybe I was too tense earlier, my head still hurt. "Yes."
She leaned closer, staring at me like I was an alien. "Paisley, you... you didn't cheat, did you?"
I nearly choked on her words, quickly pointing at Rowan and Callum sitting properly in the living room. These two kids resembled Arnold in some ways—what was she guessing at?
Clara looked at the two children, blinked, and seriously pondered while stroking her chin: "True. So what's going on? Wrong test results?"
"Too unlikely." I sighed.
She nodded. Indeed, paternity test errors were virtually impossible.
But the problem was, this whole thing made no sense now.
I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. Though I couldn't figure out what went wrong, at least the result was favorable for me.
Arnold shouldn't be suspecting Elodie anymore.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just thinking about this, my gaze fell on the three children who were secretly observing me but didn't dare approach.
My face darkened. "Rowan, Callum, Elodie, come here."
All three trembled.
They looked at each other, none daring to move. Finally, Rowan stepped forward bravely.
"Mommy... if you're going to scold someone, scold me. I was the one who took them there."
Just as I raised my hand, Elodie rushed forward to shield Rowan, her big watery eyes looking at me: "Mommy, don't blame Rowan. It's Elodie's fault. I came up with the idea. If Mommy wants to scold someone, scold me."
"No, it was me! Mommy, just scold me!" Callum also stepped forward.
Their unity made me laugh despite my anger, nearly choking on the breath I'd just swallowed.
Actually, I hadn't planned to really scold them. I knew they meant well, wanting to stand up for me. But they were too independent-minded—tonight really scared me badly.
"Mommy's asking you—who prepared tonight's fireworks?"
Elodie blinked at me mysteriously: "Mommy, guess! It's someone who—likes Mommy very, very much!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Dominic?"
Elodie dramatically exclaimed "Wow!" "Mommy's so smart, you guessed right~"
I rubbed my forehead. Of course.
Those three little rascals definitely couldn't have managed this scene alone—someone was definitely backing them up.
"Rowan, Callum, Elodie, didn't Mommy say not everything should trouble Uncle Dominic? He's not your real father and has no obligation to help us. This is too much trouble for him."
"He could be our daddy too! Uncle Dominic is so nice!" When Callum mentioned Dominic, his little face lit up with smiles.
"Stop! Don't randomly play matchmaker."
Elodie pouted and muttered: "Uncle Dominic wanted to help himself. We couldn't stop him... And Mommy, weren't tonight's fireworks super romantic? Bad Daddy wouldn't set them off for you, but Uncle Dominic did."
I really... thank you all. After scaring me like this, you still look so proud.
Callum puffed out his little chest: "Exactly! Uncle Dominic's fireworks are ten thousand times prettier than Bad Daddy's!"
I bet if Dominic heard this, his tail would reach the sky.
Whatever, what's done is done. What could I say?
I silently opened my phone and transferred money to Dominic. I couldn't always let him provide both effort and money.
But soon after, the money was returned.
Me: "..."
Tonight's Victoria's birthday party shot straight to trending topic number one.
The million-dollar fireworks became a joke. On-site reporters even captured photos of Victoria's dark expression—she must be ready to explode with rage now.
At this moment in the Cavendish house, Arnold sat alone in his study, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Had he really suspected wrongly?
Was his suspicion about Elodie... wrong?
But how could he explain all those doubts in his heart?
The more he thought, the more his head hurt. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
But he wouldn't give up so easily.
As long as those doubts remained, he wouldn't stop suspecting.
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