Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Arnold looked at Victoria's swollen face, his expression stern.
"Paisley!" he called me.
"Shut up," I replied coldly.
My heart was racing, frightened enough, my mood already terrible, and these people kept coming one after another to provoke me.
"If you speak up for her, I'll slap you too."
Arnold's expression gradually darkened, becoming colder and colder.
Neil stood to the side, covering his face and watching this farce through his fingers.
He thought: The former madam is too amazing. No one has ever dared to speak to Arnold like this, only she dares, and nothing happens to her.
Arnold asked in a deep voice: "Paisley, when did you become like this?"
I laughed coldly, my lips twitching: "Arnold, I've always been like this. I just used to endure you people again and again, making you think I had no temper and was easy to bully."
Victoria sniffled, tears continuously falling: "Paisley, don't say anymore, it's all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but don't take your anger out on Arnold because of me. That's also my fault. If Arnold had stayed with me back then, you wouldn't have gotten angry and wouldn't have aborted Arnold's child. I've always blamed myself. Arnold is innocent, and the child was even more innocent."
I frowned at her.
Victoria was actually quite clever.
She knew about my mother's death five years ago and Arnold accompanying me for my birthday—these were wounds in my heart.
She knew that aborting the child was also pain in Arnold's heart.
Deliberately bringing up these things was to provoke deeper rifts between Arnold and me.
Arnold's eyes were dark as ink, cold and ruthless.
Although I knew she was deliberately provoking, hearing these words, my heart still ached sharply.
Just as I was about to speak, a strong voice suddenly came from behind: "Victoria, if it's not your fault, don't take the blame."
It was Arnold's mother, Olivia.
I watched Olivia stride over, accompanied by two wealthy lady friends who looked like they had just finished shopping, approaching aggressively.
"I saw everything just now, Paisley, what right do you have to hit Victoria? You keep hitting people again and again, do you really think Victoria has no one to back her up?" Olivia questioned me rudely.
Seeing this, Victoria's tears flowed even more fiercely, her red eyes choking up.
Olivia already had no good feelings toward me, and hearing Victoria's words brought up past grievances, making her words even sharper:
"Paisley, do you have any shame? You were the one who left Arnold and aborted the child first. Victoria has been with Arnold these five years, so why are you jealous and targeting Victoria now?"
Her words stabbed into my heart like knives.
She pushed all the blame onto me.
I clenched my hands tightly and asked coldly: "It's all my fault?"
"That's right, from beginning to end, it's all your fault," Olivia declared.
I laughed coldly, my voice carrying cold sarcasm: "Your son was ambiguous with other women during his marriage to me—is that my fault? That woman knew he was married but kept pestering him—is that my fault? The two of them ignored me, the legitimate wife, and showed off their love online—is that my fault?"
"Olivia, you're also a woman. If your husband was ambiguous with other women, could you still say such things? Could you ignore it and then stay home like a servant, managing household affairs and bearing children for him?"
My words were forceful, my attitude as solid as a wall.
Olivia was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment. After a few seconds, she stubbornly said: "I'm talking about you aborting the child, what are you bringing up?"
"I just want to tell you, without all that happening first, would I have aborted the child?"
I pressed my lips together and chuckled softly. When people want to play blind and stupid, you really can't stop them.
And they still fantasized about my children returning to the Cavendish family?
I could imagine how my three children would be bullied if they went back there!
"Paisley..." Arnold suddenly shouted to stop me, "Mom, enough!"
His face was frighteningly dark, "The previous matters were my fault. I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a husband."
"Arnold?" Olivia and Victoria looked at him in shock, not expecting him to help me at this moment.
Victoria bit her lip and said softly: "No, Arnold, it's not your fault, it's all my fault. If I had been more sensible five years ago and hadn't troubled you, it would have been better."
As she spoke, she reached out to hug Arnold, resting her head on his chest and sobbing softly, full of self-blame.
Arnold looked down but pushed Victoria out of his arms without hesitation.
Victoria looked up, tears streaming down her face, beautiful and pitiful.
I felt nauseous watching—these two really knew how to act.
Suddenly, two urgent car honks sounded.
I turned to see Clara's car—she was probably worried and came back specially to pick me up.
I ignored them and got in the car to leave.
Third Person Perspective
Victoria was still crying intermittently, but at an angle no one could see, her eyes held dangerous coldness.
Paisley, you lay hands on me, so I'll lay hands on your children.
She really wanted to see Paisley fight the Cavendish family for the children, only to have them forcibly taken away, separating mother and children.
"Arnold, Aunt, actually I discovered something before, but I never had a chance to tell you. This matter is very important, and I think I need to say it now."
Olivia asked, "What is it?"
"This matter is about Paisley and Paisley's child from back then."
Hearing the word "child," Olivia frowned and asked, "About the child? Paisley's child from five years ago?"
"Yes." Victoria nodded.
"Have you seen her child? Where?"
Victoria grabbed Olivia's hand, "Aunt, don't get excited first, let me explain slowly. I saw Paisley with a child, and that child is now at her house."