Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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He laughed sarcastically. "Ridiculous."
Yes, ridiculous.
It did sound ridiculous.
But this was the truth.
I couldn't tell him the deeper reason - Victoria probably sensed Elodie's true identity and wanted to eliminate her while she had the chance.
He wouldn't believe it.
But I believed it, one hundred percent.
"You think it's ridiculous, and so do I," I said flatly. "But you can't explain why a premeditated kidnapping would target a little girl who just arrived in New York."
Arnold retorted: "How do you know she has no enemies here? You talk as if you've known her for years."
I could hear the suspicion in every word he spoke.
"How many days has she been here? Who could she have offended?" I suppressed my anger.
"Many things are possible in this world. Don't make absolute statements. Victoria isn't that kind of person." His tone brooked no argument.
My heart tightened.
He still didn't believe me.
"Then if one day I produce evidence that proves she's vicious and unscrupulous, would you believe me?"
He looked at me as if I were a stranger.
I knew he wanted to believe me, but was more willing to believe Victoria, whom he'd known for years.
"Vicious?" He laughed coldly, as if completely enraged by me. "Speaking of vicious, who can compare to you? When you angrily aborted the child back then, weren't you vicious?"
My heart jolted as if stabbed by a heavy knife.
He... still didn't understand.
He never understood.
He thought I was cruel because I left him, because I left without saying goodbye, because I "aborted the child."
But he never thought about the despair I felt then.
A seven-month pregnant woman, holding her mother's urn in the church, bearing everything alone.
And you were celebrating another woman's birthday.
If you had come even once... I wouldn't have left so resolutely.
But you didn't come.
It wasn't that I was heartless - you made me lose all hope.
I was so choked up I couldn't speak, tears finally unstoppable, wetting my eyes.
I raised my hand, trembling as I wiped the tears from my face.
"Forget it..." I murmured. "You've always been disappointing."
I lowered my head, my eyes as dim as ashes.
I shouldn't have expected anything.
"Arnold, Paisley."
I heard Victoria's voice, anxious and urgent. She jogged toward us, her face full of concern.
Seeing us both soaked through, she crouched down, obvious anxiety in her voice: "What happened? Why are you both soaked?"
The moment I saw her, I felt the surging hatred in my chest ready to tear me apart.
This woman... she almost killed my daughter.
I wanted to kill her.
"Paisley, are you okay?" She tentatively reached out to touch me.
Without hesitation, I swatted her hand away. "Get away."
"Ah—!" She screamed, stumbling backward. When her hand hit the ground, it pressed against stones, causing a muffled groan. Her face instantly turned pale, her palm bloody.
"Paisley, you..."
"Stop pretending, Victoria. Don't you disgust yourself?" I said coldly.
"I..." She blinked, tears instantly welling up, looking pitiful. "I just heard something happened and wanted to see if I could help... Why are you so hostile toward me?"
I laughed coldly: "Don't you know why?"
Victoria's eyes shifted slightly.
I looked at her, my gaze sharp as a knife. You can hurt me, but touch my daughter... I'll settle this account completely.
I'll make you pay the price.
I'll make you go to prison.
Victoria bit her teeth: "Paisley, I don't understand what you're saying."
She turned to Arnold with feigned grievance: "Arnold, Paisley she... what's wrong with her?"
"She's sick," he replied coldly, then looked at me with bone-chilling coldness. "Apologize."
I was stunned.
"Why should I?" I gritted my teeth. "What did I do wrong? What did I say wrong?"
"You're wrong about everything." Arnold looked at me, his eyes showing bone-deep coldness. "You keep bullying her - you think that's okay? Those two slaps at the restaurant entrance, I haven't settled accounts with you yet. Did you think I forgot?"
I stared back coldly, fearless.
Make me apologize to someone who tried to harm my child? In your dreams!
Victoria seemed afraid he'd get angry, gently tugging his sleeve: "Arnold, forget it. I'm really fine... don't fight with Paisley because of me."
She looked considerate yet wronged, making me appear aggressive.
I could see Arnold was furious to the extreme.
"If you don't apologize, I'll throw you back in the water."
My pupils contracted sharply, my heart turning cold.
Victoria's lips curved slightly, then she walked over and crouched beside me, smiling as she grabbed my arm.
The next second, she secretly pinched me hard.
"Ah!" I shook off her hand in pain.
She stumbled, almost falling again. This time Arnold was quick to catch her.
Victoria's face went white as if frightened, tears immediately rolling down as she softly said: "I'm fine..."
I was about to go crazy with rage.
"Fuck, she's really good at acting."
I couldn't help cursing out loud.
I could never learn Victoria's flashy tricks in my lifetime.
Arnold suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp as blades, staring at me: "Paisley, do you really think I won't touch you?"
Before I could react, he suddenly strode over and grabbed my arm.
"What are you doing?" I struggled but couldn't break free.
"What do you think?" His voice was cold as ice.
I realized something was wrong, my pupils contracting, but it was too late to resist as he picked me up.
Then ruthlessly—
"Splash!"
He threw me into the sea.
In an instant, icy seawater shot up, and I felt like I was falling into an abyss.
I couldn't swim.
He knew that.
And I had just... jumped into the sea once to save my daughter.
I struggled desperately but couldn't move. I felt the salty seawater rushing into my nose and throat. I couldn't breathe, feeling like I was sinking.
Arnold... for Victoria's sake, you don't even care about my life?
My consciousness began to blur.
Just then—
Boom—!
A huge roar filled my ears. I barely opened my eyes to see a silver helicopter slowly landing in the sky.
Before it completely touched down, a man leaped directly from the cabin—
Yes, ridiculous.
It did sound ridiculous.
But this was the truth.
I couldn't tell him the deeper reason - Victoria probably sensed Elodie's true identity and wanted to eliminate her while she had the chance.
He wouldn't believe it.
But I believed it, one hundred percent.
"You think it's ridiculous, and so do I," I said flatly. "But you can't explain why a premeditated kidnapping would target a little girl who just arrived in New York."
Arnold retorted: "How do you know she has no enemies here? You talk as if you've known her for years."
I could hear the suspicion in every word he spoke.
"How many days has she been here? Who could she have offended?" I suppressed my anger.
"Many things are possible in this world. Don't make absolute statements. Victoria isn't that kind of person." His tone brooked no argument.
My heart tightened.
He still didn't believe me.
"Then if one day I produce evidence that proves she's vicious and unscrupulous, would you believe me?"
He looked at me as if I were a stranger.
I knew he wanted to believe me, but was more willing to believe Victoria, whom he'd known for years.
"Vicious?" He laughed coldly, as if completely enraged by me. "Speaking of vicious, who can compare to you? When you angrily aborted the child back then, weren't you vicious?"
My heart jolted as if stabbed by a heavy knife.
He... still didn't understand.
He never understood.
He thought I was cruel because I left him, because I left without saying goodbye, because I "aborted the child."
But he never thought about the despair I felt then.
A seven-month pregnant woman, holding her mother's urn in the church, bearing everything alone.
And you were celebrating another woman's birthday.
If you had come even once... I wouldn't have left so resolutely.
But you didn't come.
It wasn't that I was heartless - you made me lose all hope.
I was so choked up I couldn't speak, tears finally unstoppable, wetting my eyes.
I raised my hand, trembling as I wiped the tears from my face.
"Forget it..." I murmured. "You've always been disappointing."
I lowered my head, my eyes as dim as ashes.
I shouldn't have expected anything.
"Arnold, Paisley."
I heard Victoria's voice, anxious and urgent. She jogged toward us, her face full of concern.
Seeing us both soaked through, she crouched down, obvious anxiety in her voice: "What happened? Why are you both soaked?"
The moment I saw her, I felt the surging hatred in my chest ready to tear me apart.
This woman... she almost killed my daughter.
I wanted to kill her.
"Paisley, are you okay?" She tentatively reached out to touch me.
Without hesitation, I swatted her hand away. "Get away."
"Ah—!" She screamed, stumbling backward. When her hand hit the ground, it pressed against stones, causing a muffled groan. Her face instantly turned pale, her palm bloody.
"Paisley, you..."
"Stop pretending, Victoria. Don't you disgust yourself?" I said coldly.
"I..." She blinked, tears instantly welling up, looking pitiful. "I just heard something happened and wanted to see if I could help... Why are you so hostile toward me?"
I laughed coldly: "Don't you know why?"
Victoria's eyes shifted slightly.
I looked at her, my gaze sharp as a knife. You can hurt me, but touch my daughter... I'll settle this account completely.
I'll make you pay the price.
I'll make you go to prison.
Victoria bit her teeth: "Paisley, I don't understand what you're saying."
She turned to Arnold with feigned grievance: "Arnold, Paisley she... what's wrong with her?"
"She's sick," he replied coldly, then looked at me with bone-chilling coldness. "Apologize."
I was stunned.
"Why should I?" I gritted my teeth. "What did I do wrong? What did I say wrong?"
"You're wrong about everything." Arnold looked at me, his eyes showing bone-deep coldness. "You keep bullying her - you think that's okay? Those two slaps at the restaurant entrance, I haven't settled accounts with you yet. Did you think I forgot?"
I stared back coldly, fearless.
Make me apologize to someone who tried to harm my child? In your dreams!
Victoria seemed afraid he'd get angry, gently tugging his sleeve: "Arnold, forget it. I'm really fine... don't fight with Paisley because of me."
She looked considerate yet wronged, making me appear aggressive.
I could see Arnold was furious to the extreme.
"If you don't apologize, I'll throw you back in the water."
My pupils contracted sharply, my heart turning cold.
Victoria's lips curved slightly, then she walked over and crouched beside me, smiling as she grabbed my arm.
The next second, she secretly pinched me hard.
"Ah!" I shook off her hand in pain.
She stumbled, almost falling again. This time Arnold was quick to catch her.
Victoria's face went white as if frightened, tears immediately rolling down as she softly said: "I'm fine..."
I was about to go crazy with rage.
"Fuck, she's really good at acting."
I couldn't help cursing out loud.
I could never learn Victoria's flashy tricks in my lifetime.
Arnold suddenly turned around, his eyes sharp as blades, staring at me: "Paisley, do you really think I won't touch you?"
Before I could react, he suddenly strode over and grabbed my arm.
"What are you doing?" I struggled but couldn't break free.
"What do you think?" His voice was cold as ice.
I realized something was wrong, my pupils contracting, but it was too late to resist as he picked me up.
Then ruthlessly—
"Splash!"
He threw me into the sea.
In an instant, icy seawater shot up, and I felt like I was falling into an abyss.
I couldn't swim.
He knew that.
And I had just... jumped into the sea once to save my daughter.
I struggled desperately but couldn't move. I felt the salty seawater rushing into my nose and throat. I couldn't breathe, feeling like I was sinking.
Arnold... for Victoria's sake, you don't even care about my life?
My consciousness began to blur.
Just then—
Boom—!
A huge roar filled my ears. I barely opened my eyes to see a silver helicopter slowly landing in the sky.
Before it completely touched down, a man leaped directly from the cabin—
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