Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 78: Chapter 78

I sat in the empty living room. The children's parents had gradually picked them up, and the house suddenly became quiet. I looked dazed, my mind still replaying the chaotic scenes from today, unable to calm down.
"Paisley, are you okay?" Clara walked over and gently squeezed my shoulder.
I turned to look at her, my voice somewhat hoarse: "Are they all asleep?"
"They played all day and are exhausted—all asleep. Today was really too dangerous."
I frowned, murmuring to myself: "Yes... what should we do next?"
Clara sat beside me, comforting: "They've already come once. They won't come again easily, right?"
I shook my head, but I knew clearly in my heart that what worried me most was Victoria. How exactly did she know Elodie was my daughter?
"Could it be that she accidentally saw us when we went out?" Clara guessed.
I rubbed my temples, where there was a dull ache: "Perhaps."
The next morning, I was full of anxiety as I sent the children to school. Clara saw my pale face and quickly felt my forehead, frowning.
"You have a fever?"
I shook my head and took out mineral water from the car: "A little."
"This isn't 'a little'—your forehead could fry an egg. Come with me to the hospital."
I gritted my teeth: "I took fever medicine. It'll go down soon."
Clara blinked: "You weren't scared by yesterday, were you?"
I pressed my lips together, my mind full of last night's nightmares—Arnold and Victoria chasing me and the three children like monsters, constantly saying they would make sure I never saw the children again. I woke up several times in a cold sweat before managing to fall back asleep.
"You care too much about this." Clara sighed and started the car. "Let's go to the hospital for a checkup. If you collapse, what about the children?"
I didn't argue anymore and went to the hospital to get medicine before going home.
"Is your noon flight ready? Have you packed?"
"I changed it to 6 PM. With you like this, I can't rest easy either."
I straightened up: "I'm fine."
"I already changed it, don't argue."
I gently pursed my lips, my eyes warming: "Clara, thank you."
"Don't get sentimental. I'm doing this for my godson and goddaughter."
After taking the medicine, drowsiness gradually came over me, and I leaned back on the sofa and slowly closed my eyes.
When I woke up, it was already noon. I felt my forehead—the fever had gone down considerably.
Clara's flight was at 6 PM, and I would take her to the airport at 4:30.
She looked at me, her eyes full of worry: "Paisley, are you sure you can handle it alone?"
"Yes, go in quickly."
She bit her lip: "Alright, I'm leaving. I'll come back often to visit. I hope you can come over soon."
I nodded: "Yes, we will."
This paternity test finally brought me some peace of mind. At least Arnold no longer suspected me, and I could relax a little.
Watching Clara enter the airport, I turned and got in my car. My phone suddenly rang—it was the school calling.
Pick-up time was 5:30, and it was only 5 o'clock now. Why would the teacher be calling?
I answered puzzled: "Hello, teacher, this is Elodie's mother. What's wrong?"
"What? Elodie is missing?"
The teacher's tone was urgent, speaking a lot of words but never clearly explaining the specific situation.
I didn't have time to ask more questions and immediately started the car to rush to school.
Clara also ran out with her phone, opening the car door while saying: "Quick, go to school."
She had received a call too, obviously the situation was urgent.
I was about to say something when she said first: "Finding the child is important. Whether I go back or not doesn't matter."
I didn't hesitate and drove quickly.
At the school, teachers searched high and low but found no clues.
The air was filled with anxiety and helplessness—everyone was going crazy with worry.
And just half an hour earlier, Elodie had finished using the bathroom and was about to return to class when a voice from behind called her.
"Elodie."
Elodie turned around to see a man in a security guard uniform.
Elodie blinked and asked: "Do you need something?"
The man approached Elodie a few steps and crouched down.
Elodie warily stepped back.
Elodie had seen the security guard uncle at the gate—he didn't look like this, and how did he know her name was Elodie?
The man smiled kindly, as if he had no malicious intent.
"Elodie, are you going back to class? Uncle will take you back to class, okay?"
Elodie shook her head: "Elodie knows where her class is."
"I see. But school's almost over, and your mother called us saying she'll come pick you up early. Come with uncle to wait at the gate."
"Mommy? Do you know my mommy?"
At the mention of mommy, Elodie's eyes lit up.
Although school was nice, she had been missing mommy.
"Of course I know her. Your mommy's name is Paisley, right?"
Elodie's little face froze: "No."
How did he know about her mommy?
Elodie had never said her mommy was called Paisley, and mommy wouldn't say it herself either.
Elodie sensed something was wrong and turned to run.
The man had been disguised as a security guard patrolling and observing Elodie for a long time. Now during class time, there was no one in the hallway. Having finally caught this opportunity, he naturally wouldn't let her go.
The man took out a cloth he had prepared from his pocket, immediately rushed forward, picked up Elodie, and covered her mouth and nose.
"Help..." Elodie shouted once.