Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

But Black Rose coldly faced me and shouted: "You destroyed my family! Now my child is injured and needs to go to the hospital, and you're obstructing us in every way. Are you trying to kill my child?"
Her shout stunned everyone around us.
"What's going on?"
"Whose child is this?"
"I can't figure it out..."
I was stunned for a second, then realized - they were trying to turn black into white, confuse the situation, and escape in the chaos!
My eyes turned red, and I roared: "Don't listen to them! They're a group of kidnappers! The child in her arms is mine!"
The man immediately jumped out, pointing at me and cursing: "What do you mean your child? You shameless woman, you destroyed my sister's family, and now you're trying to harm my niece? Are you trying to go against our whole family?"
I immediately saw the wound on Elodie's forehead, my heart aching as if someone was squeezing it hard. I wanted to rush over and snatch her back, but the man blocked me firmly - I couldn't even touch the corner of Elodie's clothes.
Black Rose held Elodie in her arms, crying pitifully, sobbing while shouting: "Please let us go! My husband has given you everything. This is my only child, and now she's injured. If we don't get to the hospital, she'll die..."
She was dressed simply and looked honest, appearing desperate while holding the dying child, crying in a way that softened people's hearts.
Meanwhile, I was well-dressed, wearing light makeup, and my face was too refined.
In comparison, the onlookers immediately sided with her, beginning to cast disdainful looks at me, the "mistress."
A voice rang out: "These mistresses nowadays are really shameless, even daring to stop people from taking a child to the hospital!"
Taking advantage of the crowd's wavering, Black Rose was about to get in the car with Elodie, and the surrounding people actually made way for her.
I gritted my teeth, my palms almost bleeding from my nails. The woman opposite was clearly experienced - she could act and knew how to manipulate people's hearts.
I tried to rush over to stop her but was blocked by several people.
I desperately shouted: "I have photos!"
I held up my phone, showing a picture of Elodie and me together.
"This is my daughter! Look clearly, I'm not lying! She really is my child! They really are kidnappers! Please help me stop her!"
Someone looked over, then looked down at the child in Black Rose's arms.
Just then, Elodie moved weakly, heard my voice, and weakly reached out her little hand, softly calling: "Mommy..."
My heart felt like it was being carved out with a knife. I immediately shouted: "Elodie! Mommy is here, Mommy has always been here! The police are coming, give me back my child!"
At that moment, the three people's faces all changed.
"Could it be... they really..."
The crowd began to waver.
Suddenly, with a "thud," Black Rose knelt in front of me.
She cried heart-wrenchingly: "I'm begging you, stop making trouble! This is just a photo you took with my child when you were secretly playing with her behind my back. What does it prove? My child is really dying. I just want to take her to the hospital. Please let us go. I'm kneeling before you - isn't that enough?"
My pupils contracted sharply.
The crowd was swayed by her again. An elderly woman looked at me sideways and said: "You're going too far. She's already kneeling and you still won't let her pass? People should be kind!"
My heart was filled with despair. Elodie was right there, right in front of me, but I couldn't even get one step closer to her.
"My child isn't breathing!" Black Rose screamed again.
The crowd panicked, and several well-meaning people held me down without question.
"Go to the hospital quickly! We'll help you stop her!"
I struggled desperately, using all my strength, crying and shouting: "No! They're lying! Elodie was still moving just now! They won't take her to the hospital at all! Let me go! That's my child! My child!!"
But no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't match the strength of several people.
I watched helplessly as those people got into the car with Elodie and slammed the door shut.
The crowd automatically made way, watching that car drive away.
I stared at that car, feeling like I had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Elodie... my Elodie...
What should I do?
What should I do?
I couldn't even control myself and nearly collapsed to my knees.
Just then, a car sped over and stopped beside me with a screech.
The door was yanked open, and a tall, familiar figure stepped out.
"Paisley!"
I looked up, my face pale, and saw it was - Arnold.
Without hesitation, I rushed over, grabbed his hand, my voice trembling with urgency: "Elodie! They took Elodie! They went toward the dock! If she's taken out of New York, we'll never find her again. Quick, chase them!"
Arnold's face changed dramatically. Without time to ask why I was there, he supported me with one hand and ordered the people behind him with the other: "Chase!"
Neil immediately led people in pursuit.
I couldn't spare time for explanations and was about to run to my own car when Arnold grabbed me: "Take my car."
I shook off his hand and said without looking back: "We'll act separately."
The next second, I had already rushed into the driver's seat and shot out with a roar of the engine.
Arnold frowned, watching my retreating car, his mind full of questions:
Why was Paisley here?
Why was she fighting so desperately for Elodie?
With these questions in mind, Arnold furrowed his brow and took out his phone to make a call...
At this moment, the three people had already reached the dock with Elodie. Their boat tickets were already being checked, and the three quickly passed security and went inside.