Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

If the Cavendish family personally "reclaimed" this child from Paisley, and she, Victoria, became Arnold's wife—wouldn't she be the child's legal stepmother?
Then Paisley could only watch helplessly as she—Victoria—treated her daughter however she wanted!
Both Paisley and her child would fall into her hands.
Just thinking about it made her heartbeat quicken, almost laughing with excitement.
"Arnold, I just saw—"
The words were on her lips when she suddenly stopped.
No.
Saying it now would be meaningless. Without solid proof, Arnold might not believe it. If Paisley denied it outright, wouldn't she waste this heaven-sent opportunity?
Better to wait, wait until she had concrete evidence—then strike hard, catching Paisley off guard.
Then, having the Cavendish family personally take the child from her side, separating mother and daughter—that would be the truly fatal blow!
Thinking this, Victoria smiled slightly, lips curving upward.
Seeing her hesitate, Arnold raised an eyebrow: "What did you just see?"
"Nothing... nothing," Victoria covered up perfectly, "I saw Paisley, didn't expect her to come to the auction today too."
Hearing Paisley's name, Arnold's eyes immediately deepened.
Paisley's Perspective
On the way back, Clara suddenly asked me: "Paisley, you think this divorce thing has been dragging on so long, could it actually be because he doesn't want to divorce at all?"
I glanced at her and smiled coolly: "Doesn't want to divorce? Then what does he want? He likes having his cake and eating it too?"
Clara couldn't answer immediately, but her expression showed clear hesitation: "Actually, honestly speaking, in my view, not divorcing might not necessarily be a bad thing for you."
I frowned: "Are you out of your mind? Weren't you the one calling him a bastard before, urging me to divorce quickly?"
She sighed: "I'm thinking of you and the children. Think about it, if the children's identity is really discovered someday, if you're not divorced, you'd still have status to stay in the Cavendish family. But if you're divorced and then discovered, it would be you and Arnold fighting for the children, and the kids might end up directly in Arnold's hands."
Her words made my heart tighten.
"Even worse—if he really marries Victoria, that woman would never tolerate your children. Think about it, when she didn't even know Elodie was your daughter, she could be so cruel, actually daring to scald her with boiling water. If she becomes the children's stepmother..."
Clara suddenly thought of something, her voice lowering: "I saw news a few days ago about a child tortured to death by their stepmother. Someone like Victoria would definitely do such things."
"Stop talking." I interrupted her, my chest suddenly constricting.
Just the flash of that image in my mind made me feel suffocated.
She was right. If that day really came... it would be the most unbearable thing in my life.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying in a low voice: "No, I need to divorce quickly and take the children back to England as soon as possible."
Continuing to entangle with Arnold was completely unrealistic.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Clara's tone softened, "anyway, as long as the children aren't exposed now, it's fine. I'm going back the day after tomorrow. Can you handle all three of them by yourself?"
I nodded: "Yes, they go to school during the day, and I'll pick them up after work. I've arranged the schedule."
I looked at the three children in the back seat through the rearview mirror, my heart churning.
Clara's words made me start doubting whether I was being too selfish. Maybe I should be more ruthless and send them back to England, but they were still so small and couldn't be without me. And I simply couldn't leave all the burden to Clara alone.
"Mommy." Elodie suddenly called me softly.
I turned back and asked gently: "What is it, Elodie?"
She lifted her little head and asked me with some worry: "Mommy, I made many good friends at school. If we go back to England, will I never see them again?"
My heart softened as I touched her head: "Even if we go back to England, you can still keep in touch with your good friends."
"Can Elodie invite them to play at home tomorrow?"
I smiled and nodded: "Of course, Mommy supports you making more good friends."
"Thank you, Mommy!"
The next morning, I called Arnold.
The phone rang a few times before being answered.
I spoke: "Arnold, do you have time today?"
But what came through was Victoria's voice: "Paisley? You're looking for Arnold? What for?"
I paused slightly—indeed, these two were like conjoined twins.
"I have business. Where is he?" I asked.
Her tone was icy: "Arnold is busy. Paisley, if you have any shame, stop pestering him."
"I—" I had just started speaking when she hung up directly.
I stared at the disconnected screen, absolutely speechless.
Meanwhile, Victoria deleted the call record just as Arnold walked into the office from outside.
"Why are you here?" His tone was flat.
Victoria was about to say something when Neil walked in from the doorway: "Sir, Miss Reynolds says she needs to speak with you."
Arnold looked up at him: "If she has business, why doesn't she contact me directly?"
Neil paused slightly, his gaze involuntarily glancing toward Victoria.