Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 69: Chapter 69
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Elodie lifted her little head and met Arnold's gaze.
I watched her nervously, my heartbeat involuntarily quickening.
But she just blinked, her eyes clear, expression calm, showing no sign of fear—that acting skill could win an Oscar.
"Uncle and auntie were fighting just now," she said seriously, "Mommy says when adults are fighting, I should stay away and not get close."
A perfectly seamless excuse.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
This girl was too smart. A few sentences logically explained everything, successfully dispelling the suspicion in Arnold's eyes.
He said nothing more.
But Elodie pouted and added: "Uncle, can you please stop fighting with auntie? Auntie is so pretty, how can you bear to fight with her? You're not a good man, you're a bad man."
I was stunned, then couldn't help but cough lightly, almost laughing.
Arnold's expression indeed changed slightly, his eyes flickering.
He responded in a low voice: "I didn't want to fight with her."
Elodie continued her attack: "Uncle, mommy taught me that men should be considerate of women. So uncle, you should be more considerate of auntie."
I lowered my head, suppressing the smile at the corner of my mouth.
Arnold said nothing more, but I could feel his complex emotions that surged up and were then suppressed.
Be considerate of me? He probably wanted to strangle me.
Seeing the atmosphere was about right, Clara immediately came to smooth things over: "Elodie, this is between uncle and auntie, you can't say such things, understand?"
She turned to Arnold apologetically: "Children say the darndest things, don't take it to heart. Well, you two continue talking, we'll go first. Miss Reynolds, don't forget about dinner tomorrow."
I nodded: "Alright."
She was about to leave with Elodie when she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to Arnold.
My heart tensed.
He was the one taking Elodie home. From a "mother's" standpoint, she should indeed thank him. If she said nothing, it would seem more deliberate.
Sure enough, Clara tentatively said: "Mr. Cavendish, would you like to... join us tomorrow? You've been so kind to Elodie, and I've always felt bad about the car incident. Lunch at Nebula Hotel, I've already made reservations. If you're free..."
I silently groaned, admiring her courage.
But she bet correctly.
Indeed, Arnold said coldly: "No need for dinner, I'm busy."
Clara breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiling: "That's truly a pity."
I could tell she was really about to collapse from exhaustion.
As soon as she led Elodie out of my sight, I received her message: [Meet at the parking garage, let's get out of here! My legs are weak!]
I quickly headed toward the parking garage.
At the parking garage, I immediately spotted the three of them.
Walking over quickly, I asked while opening the car door: "Did you wait long?"
Clara looked around with lingering fear: "Arnold didn't follow, did he? That scared me to death. Paisley, what did he want with you?"
I shook my head: "I don't know."
"He still hasn't signed the divorce agreement?"
"No." I said coldly, "Who knows what he's thinking. Let's get in the car first."
I opened the back door for the three children. Rowan and Callum had already gotten in.
I put the flowers in the car, then helped Elodie get in from the other side.
Third Person Perspective
Just arriving at the parking garage, Victoria saw that scene. She immediately stepped aside, hiding behind a car, watching as Paisley took Elodie's hand and left together.
She couldn't help but cover her mouth, her heartbeat skipping a beat.
How could Paisley be with that brat?
Was there really some relationship between them? Was that brat... Paisley's child?
Victoria suddenly remembered how at the old mansion, Paisley had rushed to save that child without regard for her own safety, making even Scott and Arnold suspicious enough to consider paternity testing.
Indeed, their suspicions were correct.
Elodie was Paisley's child.
Victoria stood behind the car, her expression gradually darkening, nails digging into her palms.
That bitch actually didn't abort the child back then!
But why did she pretend to have no relationship with Elodie at the Cavendish house? And why was she desperately trying to prevent Arnold from discovering the truth?
Right, once the Cavendish family knew she had an illegitimate daughter, they would never allow her to continue raising the child.
Was Paisley afraid of being separated from her child, so she was putting on this act?
Heh—
Victoria laughed coldly. So you do have something you're afraid of losing.
If one day the child was taken away by the Cavendish family, mother and daughter separated, how much pain would Paisley be in?
Just thinking about it made her feel satisfied!
Victoria slowly walked back, her mind beginning to calculate.
She could barely control her urge to immediately tell Arnold: tell him that Paisley was hiding a daughter, tell him that child wasn't someone else's, but Paisley's own!
I watched her nervously, my heartbeat involuntarily quickening.
But she just blinked, her eyes clear, expression calm, showing no sign of fear—that acting skill could win an Oscar.
"Uncle and auntie were fighting just now," she said seriously, "Mommy says when adults are fighting, I should stay away and not get close."
A perfectly seamless excuse.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
This girl was too smart. A few sentences logically explained everything, successfully dispelling the suspicion in Arnold's eyes.
He said nothing more.
But Elodie pouted and added: "Uncle, can you please stop fighting with auntie? Auntie is so pretty, how can you bear to fight with her? You're not a good man, you're a bad man."
I was stunned, then couldn't help but cough lightly, almost laughing.
Arnold's expression indeed changed slightly, his eyes flickering.
He responded in a low voice: "I didn't want to fight with her."
Elodie continued her attack: "Uncle, mommy taught me that men should be considerate of women. So uncle, you should be more considerate of auntie."
I lowered my head, suppressing the smile at the corner of my mouth.
Arnold said nothing more, but I could feel his complex emotions that surged up and were then suppressed.
Be considerate of me? He probably wanted to strangle me.
Seeing the atmosphere was about right, Clara immediately came to smooth things over: "Elodie, this is between uncle and auntie, you can't say such things, understand?"
She turned to Arnold apologetically: "Children say the darndest things, don't take it to heart. Well, you two continue talking, we'll go first. Miss Reynolds, don't forget about dinner tomorrow."
I nodded: "Alright."
She was about to leave with Elodie when she suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to Arnold.
My heart tensed.
He was the one taking Elodie home. From a "mother's" standpoint, she should indeed thank him. If she said nothing, it would seem more deliberate.
Sure enough, Clara tentatively said: "Mr. Cavendish, would you like to... join us tomorrow? You've been so kind to Elodie, and I've always felt bad about the car incident. Lunch at Nebula Hotel, I've already made reservations. If you're free..."
I silently groaned, admiring her courage.
But she bet correctly.
Indeed, Arnold said coldly: "No need for dinner, I'm busy."
Clara breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiling: "That's truly a pity."
I could tell she was really about to collapse from exhaustion.
As soon as she led Elodie out of my sight, I received her message: [Meet at the parking garage, let's get out of here! My legs are weak!]
I quickly headed toward the parking garage.
At the parking garage, I immediately spotted the three of them.
Walking over quickly, I asked while opening the car door: "Did you wait long?"
Clara looked around with lingering fear: "Arnold didn't follow, did he? That scared me to death. Paisley, what did he want with you?"
I shook my head: "I don't know."
"He still hasn't signed the divorce agreement?"
"No." I said coldly, "Who knows what he's thinking. Let's get in the car first."
I opened the back door for the three children. Rowan and Callum had already gotten in.
I put the flowers in the car, then helped Elodie get in from the other side.
Third Person Perspective
Just arriving at the parking garage, Victoria saw that scene. She immediately stepped aside, hiding behind a car, watching as Paisley took Elodie's hand and left together.
She couldn't help but cover her mouth, her heartbeat skipping a beat.
How could Paisley be with that brat?
Was there really some relationship between them? Was that brat... Paisley's child?
Victoria suddenly remembered how at the old mansion, Paisley had rushed to save that child without regard for her own safety, making even Scott and Arnold suspicious enough to consider paternity testing.
Indeed, their suspicions were correct.
Elodie was Paisley's child.
Victoria stood behind the car, her expression gradually darkening, nails digging into her palms.
That bitch actually didn't abort the child back then!
But why did she pretend to have no relationship with Elodie at the Cavendish house? And why was she desperately trying to prevent Arnold from discovering the truth?
Right, once the Cavendish family knew she had an illegitimate daughter, they would never allow her to continue raising the child.
Was Paisley afraid of being separated from her child, so she was putting on this act?
Heh—
Victoria laughed coldly. So you do have something you're afraid of losing.
If one day the child was taken away by the Cavendish family, mother and daughter separated, how much pain would Paisley be in?
Just thinking about it made her feel satisfied!
Victoria slowly walked back, her mind beginning to calculate.
She could barely control her urge to immediately tell Arnold: tell him that Paisley was hiding a daughter, tell him that child wasn't someone else's, but Paisley's own!
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