Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 91: Chapter 91
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"What?" Victoria was stunned.
The next second, she was grabbed by the man. Before she could scream, he kicked her hard into the sea.
"Splash!" Water sprayed everywhere.
I stood to the side, watching Victoria desperately flailing in the water.
She couldn't swim at all. That kick was heavy, and she plunged headfirst into the water, choking on several mouthfuls of seawater. She screamed "Help!" in terror, but there wasn't a ripple of emotion in my eyes.
Arnold's expression changed as he tried to rush over to save her, but before he could take a few steps, Dominic blocked him.
"Want to save her? Let's see if you have the ability," Dominic said coldly.
I watched the two suddenly start fighting, trading punches and kicks without mercy. Neither was good-tempered, and now they were being particularly vicious.
I sneered.
Very good. Arnold really was devoted. For Victoria's sake, he'd risk his life.
Neil paced anxiously beside me, coming over: "Miss Reynolds, please find a way to stop them!"
I gave him a cold glance: "How should I stop them? By going up there as a punching bag?"
"This..." He was immediately speechless.
I took a deep breath, my eyes turning cold: "I'd love for Arnold to be kicked into the sea too."
Neil looked at me in horror, as if unable to understand how I could be so "cold-blooded."
But I really didn't want to stop it. On the contrary, I hoped Dominic would beat Arnold to the ground.
I knew Dominic too well. His fighting skills could dominate life-and-death arenas. No matter how specially trained Arnold was, he couldn't hurt Dominic in a short time.
So I wasn't interested in watching this boring show to the end.
I turned and walked away without looking back.
"Miss Reynolds?" Neil called after me cautiously.
"If you care about him so much, why don't you go be a human shield?" I said without turning back.
He immediately shut up.
I walked extremely slowly, really unable to hold on anymore.
Two drownings had drained all my strength. Every step made me feel severely dizzy.
But I couldn't collapse. Elodie was still in the hospital. She had lost a lot of blood that night, and I didn't dare think about her current condition. It made me crazy with worry.
I finally made it to the car and sat down, leaning back in the seat with my eyes closed. A few minutes later, the car door opened and Dominic got in.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His face was uninjured, but his breathing was slightly unsteady. It seemed they had fought to a draw.
I handed him a tissue: "Thank you."
He took it, the corner of his mouth showing some amusement: "For what? Beating your ex's sorry ass?"
"For coming." I looked at him, feeling soft inside.
With one phone call from me, he flew over from England. I had no way to repay such kindness.
"At least you have some conscience," he raised an eyebrow. "Paisley, this is the sixth time I've helped you. It's already more than five times."
"Sixth time?" I was stunned.
"Arnold did a paternity test with Elodie."
My expression changed: "You altered it?"
"What did you think?" he said matter-of-factly.
Only then did I realize that when I had asked him to help monitor Arnold's movements, his people discovered Arnold had contacted a testing agency...
So it was him again.
I was stunned for a moment, feeling an indescribable complexity in my heart, finally saying softly: "Then... thank you again..."
"That's it?" His tone turned slightly cold. "You forgot what I said before?"
I was about to reply when suddenly everything went black and I collapsed to the side.
I heard him calling me in a low voice: "Paisley? Paisley!"
In the last second of consciousness, I felt the warmth of his palm and the anxiety of his palm against my cheek. He was angry, he was worried.
But I couldn't speak, only feeling my body getting heavier and heavier.
——
When I regained consciousness, I was already in the car. He was holding me and shouting at the driver.
"Drive fast! She's running a fever!"
Yes, I was running a fever. My body was both cold and hot, as if it were burning up.
But I wasn't afraid. I was only afraid... that I wouldn't make it through, and there would be no one to take care of Elodie.
I couldn't collapse yet.
The next second, she was grabbed by the man. Before she could scream, he kicked her hard into the sea.
"Splash!" Water sprayed everywhere.
I stood to the side, watching Victoria desperately flailing in the water.
She couldn't swim at all. That kick was heavy, and she plunged headfirst into the water, choking on several mouthfuls of seawater. She screamed "Help!" in terror, but there wasn't a ripple of emotion in my eyes.
Arnold's expression changed as he tried to rush over to save her, but before he could take a few steps, Dominic blocked him.
"Want to save her? Let's see if you have the ability," Dominic said coldly.
I watched the two suddenly start fighting, trading punches and kicks without mercy. Neither was good-tempered, and now they were being particularly vicious.
I sneered.
Very good. Arnold really was devoted. For Victoria's sake, he'd risk his life.
Neil paced anxiously beside me, coming over: "Miss Reynolds, please find a way to stop them!"
I gave him a cold glance: "How should I stop them? By going up there as a punching bag?"
"This..." He was immediately speechless.
I took a deep breath, my eyes turning cold: "I'd love for Arnold to be kicked into the sea too."
Neil looked at me in horror, as if unable to understand how I could be so "cold-blooded."
But I really didn't want to stop it. On the contrary, I hoped Dominic would beat Arnold to the ground.
I knew Dominic too well. His fighting skills could dominate life-and-death arenas. No matter how specially trained Arnold was, he couldn't hurt Dominic in a short time.
So I wasn't interested in watching this boring show to the end.
I turned and walked away without looking back.
"Miss Reynolds?" Neil called after me cautiously.
"If you care about him so much, why don't you go be a human shield?" I said without turning back.
He immediately shut up.
I walked extremely slowly, really unable to hold on anymore.
Two drownings had drained all my strength. Every step made me feel severely dizzy.
But I couldn't collapse. Elodie was still in the hospital. She had lost a lot of blood that night, and I didn't dare think about her current condition. It made me crazy with worry.
I finally made it to the car and sat down, leaning back in the seat with my eyes closed. A few minutes later, the car door opened and Dominic got in.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His face was uninjured, but his breathing was slightly unsteady. It seemed they had fought to a draw.
I handed him a tissue: "Thank you."
He took it, the corner of his mouth showing some amusement: "For what? Beating your ex's sorry ass?"
"For coming." I looked at him, feeling soft inside.
With one phone call from me, he flew over from England. I had no way to repay such kindness.
"At least you have some conscience," he raised an eyebrow. "Paisley, this is the sixth time I've helped you. It's already more than five times."
"Sixth time?" I was stunned.
"Arnold did a paternity test with Elodie."
My expression changed: "You altered it?"
"What did you think?" he said matter-of-factly.
Only then did I realize that when I had asked him to help monitor Arnold's movements, his people discovered Arnold had contacted a testing agency...
So it was him again.
I was stunned for a moment, feeling an indescribable complexity in my heart, finally saying softly: "Then... thank you again..."
"That's it?" His tone turned slightly cold. "You forgot what I said before?"
I was about to reply when suddenly everything went black and I collapsed to the side.
I heard him calling me in a low voice: "Paisley? Paisley!"
In the last second of consciousness, I felt the warmth of his palm and the anxiety of his palm against my cheek. He was angry, he was worried.
But I couldn't speak, only feeling my body getting heavier and heavier.
——
When I regained consciousness, I was already in the car. He was holding me and shouting at the driver.
"Drive fast! She's running a fever!"
Yes, I was running a fever. My body was both cold and hot, as if it were burning up.
But I wasn't afraid. I was only afraid... that I wouldn't make it through, and there would be no one to take care of Elodie.
I couldn't collapse yet.
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