Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 77: Chapter 77

Clara put down the fruit in her hands, her gaze falling on Arnold, and said coldly: "Miss Hayes, you're talking nonsense. Elodie is my daughter. Mr. Arnold, why do you always suspect my child?"
I forced myself to stay calm and walked over, "I'd also like to know, what gives you the right to break into my house and point at Elodie saying she's my child. Arnold, didn't you already do a paternity test? What exactly are you still suspecting?"
Victoria's eyes widened in shock: "Paternity test? Arnold really did one?"
Arnold and I locked eyes, and he finally spoke: "Paisley, don't you want to explain?"
"Explain what?"
"Why are there so many children in your house?"
I secretly felt relieved that Elodie had invited friends over today, otherwise we would have been caught red-handed.
Clara also spoke up to help me out: "I'm planning to take Elodie back to New York to settle down, but I can't find a suitable house temporarily. Miss Reynolds kindly rented her house to us, giving me and my child a place to stay. These are all Elodie's friends from school who came over to play today."
Arnold frowned, not buying it.
Clara smiled helplessly: "Mr. Cavendish, what exactly are you suspecting? I don't understand. Since we met, you've suspected I'm not Elodie's mother. I just heard Miss Reynolds say you even did a paternity test—didn't even that dispel your doubts?"
Olivia stared at Arnold, full of hope, "Arnold, you really did a paternity test?"
He nodded.
"What was the result?" Olivia didn't wait for him to answer—the answer was obvious. If it were positive, our child would already be home, not still here.
Arnold pressed his lips tightly, his eyes boring into me. I felt no guilt whatsoever.
After all, the paternity test was done by him personally—it couldn't be wrong.
For now, though Clara's explanation was far-fetched, it was the only option.
Clara walked forward, pointing at the children: "Children, these uncles and aunties have misunderstood. Tell them who Elodie's mommy really is."
Without hesitation, all the children pointed to Clara.
She raised her hand and laughed: "You see? You're not going to suspect we conspired with the children too, are you?"
Since it was mostly Clara who picked up Elodie from school, the children saw her more often and naturally recognized her as the mother.
Olivia's heart died—was the so-called child just a misunderstanding?
Arnold turned to Victoria, "Where exactly did you see Paisley and Elodie together yesterday?"
"At the auction house. I saw them leave together and get in the car together."
Arnold frowned. He had been there yesterday too and had seen it.
It was just because Clara had brought the child to thank me.
That scene proved nothing—Victoria had misunderstood.
Arnold rubbed his temples. Faced with this situation, he was unwilling to easily trust Clara and me, but the paternity test was right there—the facts were clear.
Coming out of the house, Olivia's face was ashen, without any smile.
Nothing was more heartbreaking than shattered hope.
Victoria wanted to continue arguing, but Olivia no longer paid attention.
"Aunt, do you really believe them?" Victoria's voice was full of disappointment.
Olivia sighed, "You heard it too—Arnold did a paternity test, and that child isn't from our Cavendish family. You misunderstood, Victoria. I know you meant well, but next time, get the facts straight before speaking. Don't let this happen again."
"But..." Victoria hesitated.
I stood inside the house, my legs weak, heart racing, completely not expecting them to suddenly break in.
What was even more frightening was that Rowan and Callum were hiding among those children. If there hadn't been so many kids all focused on Elodie, they would have been discovered long ago.
Back home, Victoria couldn't figure out what had happened. Her sixth sense told her that Elodie was Paisley's child, but Arnold said he had already done a paternity test and Elodie had no blood relation to him.
How could this be?
"What's wrong?" Victoria's mother Fiona saw her looking dejected and walked over.
"Mom, I discovered something—Paisley's child from back then is still alive."
"What? Didn't she abort it?"
Victoria was now uncertain. After telling Fiona about this, Fiona looked at Victoria in shock, "You really took them to find the child?"
"Yes."
"Oh my silly daughter, you should be grateful they didn't believe it today. Do you really think bringing the child back to the Cavendish family would be a good thing?"
"Wouldn't it be good to see Paisley suffer?"
Victoria thought simply—if the Cavendish family took the child away, Paisley would be in agony, and she could become the child's stepmother and torment Paisley's child.
Fiona poked Victoria's head, "With a child, there would be a bond between Paisley and Arnold. They haven't even divorced yet, and with a child involved, how could they possibly divorce?"
"But how could the Cavendish family accept Paisley again?"
"What if the child can't be separated from Paisley? Have you thought about it? They might very well accept Paisley for the child's sake."
Victoria's pupils contracted. She indeed hadn't thought of this, but hearing Fiona's words now, Victoria was alarmed.
That did make sense.
The Cavendish family loved children so much—if the child insisted on having Paisley, they might not be unable to accept one Paisley for the child's sake.
The more she thought about it, the more Victoria felt her recent behavior was incredibly stupid.
She hurriedly asked, "Mom, what should I do now? That child..."
"Not only can you not let that child return to the Cavendish family, you can't let her live in this world, otherwise they'll discover the truth sooner or later." Fiona's expression turned vicious.
"But... that child doesn't seem to be from the Cavendish family..."
Arnold had done a paternity test.
"Don't worry about that. You just mentioned so many suspicious points—what if she is? What if the paternity test was wrong? What if we don't have the heart to eliminate her now, and she becomes your biggest obstacle by helping Paisley later? We'd rather be ruthless than gamble on this possibility."
Fiona made perfect sense, and Victoria realized how stupid she had been.
Right, as long as there was suspicion, this child couldn't be kept.
Besides, she was actually eighty percent certain this was Paisley's child.
"Yes, this child can't be kept. Mom, what if she helps Paisley soften Arnold's heart later? This child absolutely cannot be kept."
Victoria murmured in a low voice, taking out her phone and immediately dialing a number.
"Help me with something. Name your price."
After hanging up, Victoria's eyes gleamed with malice.
Paisley, compared to the child being brought back to the Cavendish family, losing the child would make you suffer a hundred times more, wouldn't it?
She had been so foolish not to think of this before, but fortunately it wasn't too late.