Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

But her cry was completely drowned out by the playful sounds coming from the classroom.
Elodie thought she was done for and passed out.
The man quickly left with Elodie, and his accomplice in hiding, seeing the success, immediately arranged for withdrawal.
At this time, Elodie had already been taken to a small room.
Elodie's head was dizzy and spinning. She felt so dizzy and wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes could only barely squint into slits.
Elodie heard people around her talking.
"Miss Hayes, how should we handle this child?"
"Paisley's child—killing her would be too easy for her. You're professionals at this. Is there a more painful way?"
"How about selling her abroad?"
"No, I remember there's something more painful—cutting out the tongue, breaking the legs..."
The woman spoke vaguely, but the man still understood. He couldn't help but glance at Elodie: "You want to disable her?"
People like them who trafficked children had another very tormenting method—disfiguring these children, disabling them, then throwing them on the streets to use their pitifulness to gain people's sympathy for begging.
However, this method was rarely used now, and was generally used for children who didn't look good. A child like this one, who was fair and clean and would make anyone say "cute" upon seeing her, would normally be sold to families lacking children and could fetch a good price.
"Yes, isn't she helping her mother harm me? I want her to never be able to speak again. Her mother wants to use giving birth to her to return to the Cavendish family? I want her to stand in front of her mother and her mother won't even recognize her."
"Alright, you start now. Remember, the more cruelly you torture her, the more money I'll give you."
After hearing the woman's words, the two men looked back at Elodie, their eyes gleaming with greed, without hesitation: "Yes, we'll naturally do as you instruct. The money..."
"You won't be short-changed." The woman turned and left.
Elodie couldn't see the people in front clearly, but the woman's voice seemed familiar.
The two men saw the woman off, the door opened and closed again.
Elodie moved her little hand, trying to crawl up, but just as she supported herself a little, her weak little arms couldn't hold up and she fell back down.
Five-year-old Elodie already understood the concept of kidnapping.
Elodie also knew this time was different from when the bad daddy took her away.
The bad daddy wouldn't hurt her and would even buy her lots of candy to make her happy.
But this time was different—these people wanted to hurt her.
The poor kid couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to hurt her.
All she knew was that she might never see Mommy again, or her brothers, or Godmother, or the strange uncle… not even that mean Daddy.
Was Mommy worrying about her right now? Would her brothers cry themselves silly?
A sudden wave of sorrow crashed over her.
Elodie couldn’t move, but her mind grew clearer by the second as the drug’s effect wore off.
The two men returned quickly. Elodie felt the light dim, swallowed by their towering shadows.
“Hey, the little thing’s crying,” one jeered.
“Bet she heard what we were saying,” the other added.
“Kid, don’t hold this against us. A man’s gotta make a living, right? This one job’ll set us up for a long, easy stretch.”
“Quit yapping. Let’s get this over with, get the money.”
With that, they stepped aside to slip on the extra-long waterproof aprons—slaughterhouse-issue—and gloves. Then they grabbed the cudgels in the corner, still crusted with dried blood, and started toward Elodie.