Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 76: Chapter 76
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"Really?" Olivia gripped Victoria's hand tightly, her voice full of disbelief, "You really saw her with a child with your own eyes?"
"Really, how could I lie to you about such a thing? I really saw it."
Arnold's eyes were dark and deep, with some doubt, "When did you see this?"
After all, he had investigated and found no children around Paisley, so how could Victoria have seen one?
"Just yesterday, I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely true. That child belongs to the Cavendish family and shouldn't be monopolized by Paisley alone."
Olivia was extremely excited upon hearing this, having long suspected that Paisley hadn't aborted the child.
"Arnold, don't just stand there, go to Paisley's house quickly and bring the Cavendish child home!"
At this moment, she had only one thought—bring her grandson home.
Arnold's eyes were deep. Having experienced too much disappointment, he didn't want to believe easily. But hearing Victoria speak so confidently, the heart that had long grown cold still stirred with a trace of hope.
Olivia was impatient, not wanting to delay a moment, and prepared to act immediately.
In the car, Olivia was so excited she couldn't contain herself, constantly saying they must bring the child back to the Cavendish family.
This was exactly what Victoria wanted—once the child fell into her hands, she would definitely find ways to torment me.
"Paisley has been hiding the child all along. If we go to her house directly, she definitely won't open the door. Why don't we bring a locksmith? This way we can also prevent her from hiding the child, right?" Victoria's suggestion made perfect sense.
Olivia praised her intelligence and immediately arranged for a locksmith to follow.
Arriving at Paisley's door, the locksmith also arrived on time. Victoria's lips curled into a cold smile, thinking this time she would definitely catch Paisley and the child red-handed.
The locksmith worked skillfully, and Paisley's key lock was quickly opened.
Cartoons were playing inside, and no one noticed the movement at the door.
Olivia was anxious, completely abandoning her elegant demeanor as a wealthy lady, striding inside.
Their sudden intrusion caught everyone inside completely off guard.
Olivia's steps halted when she saw the child looking up at her. Tears immediately flowed as she knelt down and hugged him tightly, "Child!"
"This is our Cavendish family's child, we found him, finally found him."
She held the little boy who appeared to be four or five years old tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Child, I'm your grandmother. You must have suffered in this woman's hands all these years. Grandmother is here to take you home."
The child stood there stunned, looking at this wealthy lady who was hugging, crying, and laughing, his big eyes full of confusion.
Victoria was dumbfounded, "No, this... Aunt?"
What she had seen was Paisley with a girl—that was Elodie.
Could Paisley have more than one child?
Had she given birth to twins back then?
While thinking this, Victoria looked up at the child again, even more confused—how could there be more children?
Arnold looked at the scene before him, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze falling on the little boy being held by Olivia, who looked completely bewildered. He couldn't help but interrupt Olivia, who was immersed in joy, "Mom."
Olivia held the child tightly, refusing to let go.
Hearing Arnold call her, thinking he still wanted to speak for Paisley, she responded firmly: "Arnold, I'm telling you, no matter what, I'm taking my grandson home today. Don't try to speak for that woman..."
While speaking, Olivia looked up, only to see one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... several children in the living room, staring blankly at their strange behavior.
One child looked at Elodie and asked: "Elodie, do you know them?"
Elodie was also stunned.
She even doubted her eyes, actually seeing "bad daddy," "bad auntie," and "bad grandma" breaking into their home together.
Clara and Paisley, who had just come downstairs carrying cut fruit, were also frozen in place.
The room immediately fell into a standoff of staring at each other.
"This... this..." Olivia looked at the child in her arms, then at so many children in front of her, completely confused.
So many children? How could there be so many?
Which one was actually her grandson?
At this moment, Victoria pointed at Elodie and said firmly: "It's her, she's Paisley's daughter."
Paisley’s POV
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to stay steady, and asked coldly, “Victoria, what on earth are you rambling about?”
I’d never expected them to burst into my house like this—let alone that Victoria would know Elodie was my daughter.
“Paisley, stop pretending!” she shrilled. “I saw you with Elodie yesterday! All that act you put on before? It was a lie. Elodie is your daughter. Aunt, that child—she’s the one you’ve been hiding!”
Olivia, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden flurry of children, stared at Elodie, then down at the baby in her arms, confusion clouding her features. “What in the world is going on here?”
"Really, how could I lie to you about such a thing? I really saw it."
Arnold's eyes were dark and deep, with some doubt, "When did you see this?"
After all, he had investigated and found no children around Paisley, so how could Victoria have seen one?
"Just yesterday, I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely true. That child belongs to the Cavendish family and shouldn't be monopolized by Paisley alone."
Olivia was extremely excited upon hearing this, having long suspected that Paisley hadn't aborted the child.
"Arnold, don't just stand there, go to Paisley's house quickly and bring the Cavendish child home!"
At this moment, she had only one thought—bring her grandson home.
Arnold's eyes were deep. Having experienced too much disappointment, he didn't want to believe easily. But hearing Victoria speak so confidently, the heart that had long grown cold still stirred with a trace of hope.
Olivia was impatient, not wanting to delay a moment, and prepared to act immediately.
In the car, Olivia was so excited she couldn't contain herself, constantly saying they must bring the child back to the Cavendish family.
This was exactly what Victoria wanted—once the child fell into her hands, she would definitely find ways to torment me.
"Paisley has been hiding the child all along. If we go to her house directly, she definitely won't open the door. Why don't we bring a locksmith? This way we can also prevent her from hiding the child, right?" Victoria's suggestion made perfect sense.
Olivia praised her intelligence and immediately arranged for a locksmith to follow.
Arriving at Paisley's door, the locksmith also arrived on time. Victoria's lips curled into a cold smile, thinking this time she would definitely catch Paisley and the child red-handed.
The locksmith worked skillfully, and Paisley's key lock was quickly opened.
Cartoons were playing inside, and no one noticed the movement at the door.
Olivia was anxious, completely abandoning her elegant demeanor as a wealthy lady, striding inside.
Their sudden intrusion caught everyone inside completely off guard.
Olivia's steps halted when she saw the child looking up at her. Tears immediately flowed as she knelt down and hugged him tightly, "Child!"
"This is our Cavendish family's child, we found him, finally found him."
She held the little boy who appeared to be four or five years old tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Child, I'm your grandmother. You must have suffered in this woman's hands all these years. Grandmother is here to take you home."
The child stood there stunned, looking at this wealthy lady who was hugging, crying, and laughing, his big eyes full of confusion.
Victoria was dumbfounded, "No, this... Aunt?"
What she had seen was Paisley with a girl—that was Elodie.
Could Paisley have more than one child?
Had she given birth to twins back then?
While thinking this, Victoria looked up at the child again, even more confused—how could there be more children?
Arnold looked at the scene before him, his eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze falling on the little boy being held by Olivia, who looked completely bewildered. He couldn't help but interrupt Olivia, who was immersed in joy, "Mom."
Olivia held the child tightly, refusing to let go.
Hearing Arnold call her, thinking he still wanted to speak for Paisley, she responded firmly: "Arnold, I'm telling you, no matter what, I'm taking my grandson home today. Don't try to speak for that woman..."
While speaking, Olivia looked up, only to see one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... several children in the living room, staring blankly at their strange behavior.
One child looked at Elodie and asked: "Elodie, do you know them?"
Elodie was also stunned.
She even doubted her eyes, actually seeing "bad daddy," "bad auntie," and "bad grandma" breaking into their home together.
Clara and Paisley, who had just come downstairs carrying cut fruit, were also frozen in place.
The room immediately fell into a standoff of staring at each other.
"This... this..." Olivia looked at the child in her arms, then at so many children in front of her, completely confused.
So many children? How could there be so many?
Which one was actually her grandson?
At this moment, Victoria pointed at Elodie and said firmly: "It's her, she's Paisley's daughter."
Paisley’s POV
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to stay steady, and asked coldly, “Victoria, what on earth are you rambling about?”
I’d never expected them to burst into my house like this—let alone that Victoria would know Elodie was my daughter.
“Paisley, stop pretending!” she shrilled. “I saw you with Elodie yesterday! All that act you put on before? It was a lie. Elodie is your daughter. Aunt, that child—she’s the one you’ve been hiding!”
Olivia, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden flurry of children, stared at Elodie, then down at the baby in her arms, confusion clouding her features. “What in the world is going on here?”
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