Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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Black Rose gritted her teeth hard, pushed aside the person driving the boat, and tried to turn around and flee.
But Arnold had also caught up from behind with his people.
They were completely surrounded with no possibility of escape.
"Damn it, earning this little money, we're really going to be finished today."
The three people were all panicking now.
They just wanted money - they didn't expect it would cost them their lives.
"Black Rose, what should we do?"
"What to do?" Black Rose turned around and stared hard at Elodie.
She strode over and grabbed Elodie up: "What else can we do? With this kind of formation, whether we run or not, we're dead. Might as well gamble - abandon ship and run."
"What about this child?"
"Throw her directly into the sea. Whether she lives or dies depends on her own luck."
I stared intently at the boat ahead. The closer we got, the more nervous I became.
Elodie must be seriously injured, and with all this delay, I didn't dare imagine what condition Elodie was in.
Just as we were about to reach that boat, suddenly, I watched in horror as the people on the boat lifted Elodie up and threw her directly into the water.
"Splash."
My ears were ringing, as if I had fallen into an ice cave.
"Elodie!"
I screamed.
The next second, I leaped down without hesitation.
As soon as I jumped, icy seawater rushed into my nasal cavity - salty, stinging, instantly swallowing my breath.
I had forgotten... I couldn't swim at all.
Overwhelming suffocation attacked me, fear wrapped around my limbs like a venomous snake. I struggled desperately, flailing my arms and legs, but my head became increasingly dizzy.
But the next second, I saw her.
Elodie.
Her small body was slowly sinking toward the bottom, like a paper crane with a broken string.
I couldn't care about anything else.
Even though I couldn't swim, even though I might die the next second, I still lunged toward her without hesitation.
I had to catch her.
I had to bring her back.
The wind was roaring, waves crashed against my face one after another. My vision was blurred - I couldn't tell if it was seawater or tears.
I tried hard to get closer to her, but I couldn't reach her no matter what.
Suddenly, with a "splash," someone else jumped in.
At that moment I lost consciousness, only remembering that my arm touched Elodie, I grabbed her clothes tightly, and then everything went black.
When I regained consciousness, I had been dragged ashore.
I was soaked through, shivering with cold, my lungs felt filled with water, my chest felt like it would explode. I vaguely heard some sound in my ears—
Through violent coughing, I opened my eyes to see a familiar, tense face.
Arnold.
His hair was completely wet, water droplets falling from his hair strands, soaking his brow bone. His eyes were as cold and deep as the dark, icy seawater from before.
I suddenly woke up, trying to get up: "Where's Elodie?! How is Elodie?"
As soon as I tried to get up, my body felt heavy as if filled with lead. I couldn't stand at all and collapsed heavily again.
Arnold quickly supported my back with his hand, impatiently helping me up.
Only then did I notice he was also soaked, water dripping from his clothes, his face cold and pale.
I suddenly understood—
He had saved us.
He had jumped into the water and pulled both Elodie and me up.
"Where is she? Where is she now?" I couldn't care about anything else and continued asking.
Arnold looked at me, saying nothing.
His silence cut me like a knife. My heart tightened, and I could barely breathe.
"Elodie... she wouldn't..."
"No, she wouldn't." I unconsciously talked to myself, "She'll be fine, she won't..."
I struggled to get up, even if it meant crawling to find her, but the next second Arnold yanked me back, and I fell to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I cried out, my eyes red with urgency.
“That’s what I should be asking you,” he retorted, his voice as cold as ice. “Don’t you know you can’t swim?”
“I do,” I replied without hesitation.
“Then why did you dare jump into the sea? Are you crazy or just stupid?”
I froze.
It was the first time he’d spoken to me like that—his tone sharp with anger, and... a faint undercurrent of panic?
But I didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it.
“If I hadn’t jumped, she would’ve died,” I said softly. “Given a hundred chances, I’d do it again.”
I only wanted to save her.
His eyes were dark as an abyss, fixing on me as if trying to peer into the depths of my soul.
“Miss Paisley, Mr. Arnold—”
Someone came running to report, “The child is fine. She has a minor wound on her forehead, which has been preliminarily treated. She needs to be taken to the hospital, and she’s been calling for her mommy nonstop.”
My heart gave a sharp, painful lurch.
She’s alive. She’s okay...
And she’s calling for me.
I almost sprang up instinctively to rush over, but just then, I met Arnold’s gaze—still fixed on me—and that impulse was held back.
But Arnold had also caught up from behind with his people.
They were completely surrounded with no possibility of escape.
"Damn it, earning this little money, we're really going to be finished today."
The three people were all panicking now.
They just wanted money - they didn't expect it would cost them their lives.
"Black Rose, what should we do?"
"What to do?" Black Rose turned around and stared hard at Elodie.
She strode over and grabbed Elodie up: "What else can we do? With this kind of formation, whether we run or not, we're dead. Might as well gamble - abandon ship and run."
"What about this child?"
"Throw her directly into the sea. Whether she lives or dies depends on her own luck."
I stared intently at the boat ahead. The closer we got, the more nervous I became.
Elodie must be seriously injured, and with all this delay, I didn't dare imagine what condition Elodie was in.
Just as we were about to reach that boat, suddenly, I watched in horror as the people on the boat lifted Elodie up and threw her directly into the water.
"Splash."
My ears were ringing, as if I had fallen into an ice cave.
"Elodie!"
I screamed.
The next second, I leaped down without hesitation.
As soon as I jumped, icy seawater rushed into my nasal cavity - salty, stinging, instantly swallowing my breath.
I had forgotten... I couldn't swim at all.
Overwhelming suffocation attacked me, fear wrapped around my limbs like a venomous snake. I struggled desperately, flailing my arms and legs, but my head became increasingly dizzy.
But the next second, I saw her.
Elodie.
Her small body was slowly sinking toward the bottom, like a paper crane with a broken string.
I couldn't care about anything else.
Even though I couldn't swim, even though I might die the next second, I still lunged toward her without hesitation.
I had to catch her.
I had to bring her back.
The wind was roaring, waves crashed against my face one after another. My vision was blurred - I couldn't tell if it was seawater or tears.
I tried hard to get closer to her, but I couldn't reach her no matter what.
Suddenly, with a "splash," someone else jumped in.
At that moment I lost consciousness, only remembering that my arm touched Elodie, I grabbed her clothes tightly, and then everything went black.
When I regained consciousness, I had been dragged ashore.
I was soaked through, shivering with cold, my lungs felt filled with water, my chest felt like it would explode. I vaguely heard some sound in my ears—
Through violent coughing, I opened my eyes to see a familiar, tense face.
Arnold.
His hair was completely wet, water droplets falling from his hair strands, soaking his brow bone. His eyes were as cold and deep as the dark, icy seawater from before.
I suddenly woke up, trying to get up: "Where's Elodie?! How is Elodie?"
As soon as I tried to get up, my body felt heavy as if filled with lead. I couldn't stand at all and collapsed heavily again.
Arnold quickly supported my back with his hand, impatiently helping me up.
Only then did I notice he was also soaked, water dripping from his clothes, his face cold and pale.
I suddenly understood—
He had saved us.
He had jumped into the water and pulled both Elodie and me up.
"Where is she? Where is she now?" I couldn't care about anything else and continued asking.
Arnold looked at me, saying nothing.
His silence cut me like a knife. My heart tightened, and I could barely breathe.
"Elodie... she wouldn't..."
"No, she wouldn't." I unconsciously talked to myself, "She'll be fine, she won't..."
I struggled to get up, even if it meant crawling to find her, but the next second Arnold yanked me back, and I fell to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I cried out, my eyes red with urgency.
“That’s what I should be asking you,” he retorted, his voice as cold as ice. “Don’t you know you can’t swim?”
“I do,” I replied without hesitation.
“Then why did you dare jump into the sea? Are you crazy or just stupid?”
I froze.
It was the first time he’d spoken to me like that—his tone sharp with anger, and... a faint undercurrent of panic?
But I didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it.
“If I hadn’t jumped, she would’ve died,” I said softly. “Given a hundred chances, I’d do it again.”
I only wanted to save her.
His eyes were dark as an abyss, fixing on me as if trying to peer into the depths of my soul.
“Miss Paisley, Mr. Arnold—”
Someone came running to report, “The child is fine. She has a minor wound on her forehead, which has been preliminarily treated. She needs to be taken to the hospital, and she’s been calling for her mommy nonstop.”
My heart gave a sharp, painful lurch.
She’s alive. She’s okay...
And she’s calling for me.
I almost sprang up instinctively to rush over, but just then, I met Arnold’s gaze—still fixed on me—and that impulse was held back.
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