Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

I spoke without hesitation, looking directly at him. But when he heard these words, his eyes suddenly darkened, "I won't sign."
"Why?" I raised my voice, my emotions finally showing fluctuation.
Didn't he love Victoria deeply? Then why wouldn't he even dare give her a proper status? Did he really want me to continue languishing in this marriage while letting Victoria remain a "mistress" forever?
"Arnold, think clearly—without divorce, she'll always be the other woman."
"She's not."
I was struck speechless.
Right, their logic was always the same: in relationships, the unloved one was always the superfluous one. Even though I was the one with legal status, in their eyes, I was nothing more than an obstacle.
How ironic.
I was too tired to hide my annoyance anymore, "Then why did you come looking for me? Wasn't showing off your love at the auction enough? You had to specially run here to display it in front of me?"
His face darkened, "What's your reason for insisting on divorce? You should know Grandfather likes you very much."
"And he'll always be my grandfather," I interrupted him, not wanting to continue this discussion, "Even after divorce, that won't change. I'll have someone send you the agreement later. If you have no issues after reading it, just sign."
I was about to leave after speaking, really not wanting to waste more words with him.
But just then, a familiar small figure ran in from outside—it was Elodie.
They had come to pick me up.
Probably because I hadn't come out for so long, they got anxious and Elodie ran in. But the moment she entered, she froze upon seeing Arnold.
The next second, she immediately turned to run.
But it was too late.
"Stop." Arnold's voice carried authority, and Elodie was indeed frozen in place.
My heart tightened, my breathing stopped for a moment.
I looked up and saw Clara with Rowan and Callum approaching from behind—fortunately they reacted quickly, immediately ducking behind a corner.
Arnold's attention was all on Elodie, so he hadn't noticed the other two yet.
A chill ran down my spine as my heartbeat quickened.
Elodie walked toward Arnold with small steps, clearly nervous, her eyes darting around.
Arnold looked down at her and asked: "Why are you here?"
He shifted his tone, his gaze falling on me, "Looking for her?"
I knew that although the paternity test had been done, he still had doubts in his heart.
Elodie blinked and nodded, "Mommy brought me to thank the auntie."
He raised an eyebrow, "Where's your mommy?"
My heart jumped, I almost wanted to grab Elodie and run.
Behind the wall, Clara probably heard too—his tone and direction seemed to be watching her.
I didn't know how panicked she was, but I could imagine her face was probably pale.
Before I could think further, Rowan and Callum actually shoved flowers into her hands, "Auntie Clara, it's up to you now, go."
Clara didn't seem fully prepared, but had already been "pushed out" by them.
I watched her approach us with an awkward, stiff smile, holding the bouquet, trying to appear calm.
"Elodie, don't run so fast, be careful not to fall!" She tried to act anxious, playing along with the act.
Walking near us, she clearly felt Arnold's scrutinizing gaze on her, her whole body tense.
"Mr. Cavendish? Why are you here too? Also looking for Miss Reynolds?"
Arnold stared at her deeply, his gaze falling on the flowers in her arms. Instead of answering her question, he suddenly asked: "You knew she was auctioning tonight?"
Now this was trouble.
He was clearly suspicious. Even he didn't know in advance that I was tonight's auctioneer—how could Clara and the others know?
I immediately took over, my expression calm: "We have contact information. I gave it to Elodie when we were at the old mansion. Is there a problem?"
As I spoke, I deliberately threw the question back at him.
Clara quickly followed up: "Right, I have her contact information. Elodie told me about the boiling water incident before. If Miss Reynolds hadn't saved her in time, Elodie would probably be hospitalized with severe burns now. So I contacted her and came specially to thank her in person today, and invited her to dinner."
She handed me the flowers: "Elodie insisted on buying these when we came, saying they were for the pretty auntie."
I took the flowers, showing a gentle smile: "Thank you, Elodie."
But I didn't feel relieved, because I knew—Arnold was still watching us, the suspicion in his eyes hadn't completely cleared.
Sure enough, he spoke again, his tone cold: "If that's the case, then why did you turn and run when you saw me just now?"
My breathing stopped.
The nerves that had just relaxed were instantly taut again.
I quietly turned to look at Elodie—little girl, don't give us away...