Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 92: Chapter 92
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Third Person Perspective
Hospital.
At this time, Elodie was still in the emergency room, while Clara waited anxiously outside with Rowan and Callum.
Clara was so nervous her whole body was shaking, pacing back and forth in front of the emergency room door.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure walking quickly toward them. The man looked coldly furious, carrying a woman in his arms who was soaked through and deathly pale—it was Paisley!
"Paisley!"
"Mommy?!"
The three rushed forward.
"Mommy, Mommy!"
Doctors immediately rushed out. Dominic gently placed Paisley on a hospital bed, grabbed a doctor's arm, and demanded in a low voice: "Save her."
"We'll do our best."
Paisley was quickly wheeled into the emergency room.
"What happened? Why did Mommy faint again?"
Callum followed the bed but was ultimately blocked outside the emergency room. His eyes were red as he looked up at Dominic: "Strange uncle, what happened to my mommy?"
"Wasn't she already awake? How did she faint again?" Rowan was also confused.
Dominic's handsome face was cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the red light of the emergency room, saying nothing.
It was his subordinate beside him who explained the reason.
Hearing that Paisley had been thrown into the sea by Arnold himself, Rowan and Callum's eyes instantly filled with rage.
"Bad daddy!"
How dare he treat their mommy like this!
In England, Mommy had never suffered such grievances. But in just a few days back home, she had been burned, nearly drowned, and now even Elodie...
The two small figures clenched their fists and turned to settle accounts with Arnold.
"Come back!" Clara grabbed them, her expression serious. "I know you're upset, but you need to endure it now. Your mommy and Elodie are still in the emergency room."
The two children had red-rimmed eyes but ultimately didn't rush out. They just pressed against the emergency room door on either side, desperately trying to see through it.
At this time, Dominic's subordinate came over and reported something quietly in his ear.
The coldness in Dominic's eyes intensified, as if even the air froze with it.
The person reporting felt nervous under his stare and kept his head down, not daring to say more.
"You're all useless."
"It's because there were police at the scene, and several suspects have already been taken away."
Dominic's thin lips were tightly pressed, his gaze still on the emergency room door, saying nothing more.
These matters could be dealt with later. Paisley was more important.
Meanwhile, Victoria was also taken to the hospital.
Arnold followed expressionlessly, while Victoria clutched her stomach, crying pitifully with grievance all over her face.
She had choked on a lot of seawater and was extremely weak, looking no better than Paisley.
"Arnold, why... why did Paisley and they treat me like this? What did I do wrong? I..."
"Don't talk." Arnold's tone was cold and clearly impatient. He handed Victoria over to the doctors and turned to leave.
Victoria bit her teeth, tears continuously falling.
"Arnold, I'm scared... what if that man comes back? Don't leave me, okay?"
Arnold looked at her, knowing that Victoria had no one with her and had been frightened. By rights, he should stay.
But all he could think about was Paisley and Elodie.
Their condition was far more serious than Victoria's.
"The doctors will take care of you. No one will hurt you."
He made it clear: he was leaving.
Victoria cried even harder.
"Arnold... are you going to see Paisley? But I'm hurt too!"
She had been kicked into the sea and was in pain all over. How could Arnold not stay with her?
Arnold frowned slightly: "You've been wronged today. Get proper treatment first. I'll come see you later."
"Arnold!"
"Arnold..."
But he didn't stop, turning and leaving.
Victoria's eyes were full of gloom—Arnold had actually abandoned her for that bitch Paisley.
He had never treated her like this before.
It was all Paisley's fault.
Damn it. She should be dead.
Why hadn't she just drowned today?
Outside the emergency room.
Because of Dominic's presence, the atmosphere was very tense, and other patients' families avoided him.
When Arnold arrived, a nurse happened to come out.
"Excuse me, are you a family member of Ms. Paisley? We need a signature on this consent form."
Rowan and Callum lifted their small heads anxiously, then heard a voice.
"I'll do it."
It was Arnold's voice.
Hospital.
At this time, Elodie was still in the emergency room, while Clara waited anxiously outside with Rowan and Callum.
Clara was so nervous her whole body was shaking, pacing back and forth in front of the emergency room door.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure walking quickly toward them. The man looked coldly furious, carrying a woman in his arms who was soaked through and deathly pale—it was Paisley!
"Paisley!"
"Mommy?!"
The three rushed forward.
"Mommy, Mommy!"
Doctors immediately rushed out. Dominic gently placed Paisley on a hospital bed, grabbed a doctor's arm, and demanded in a low voice: "Save her."
"We'll do our best."
Paisley was quickly wheeled into the emergency room.
"What happened? Why did Mommy faint again?"
Callum followed the bed but was ultimately blocked outside the emergency room. His eyes were red as he looked up at Dominic: "Strange uncle, what happened to my mommy?"
"Wasn't she already awake? How did she faint again?" Rowan was also confused.
Dominic's handsome face was cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the red light of the emergency room, saying nothing.
It was his subordinate beside him who explained the reason.
Hearing that Paisley had been thrown into the sea by Arnold himself, Rowan and Callum's eyes instantly filled with rage.
"Bad daddy!"
How dare he treat their mommy like this!
In England, Mommy had never suffered such grievances. But in just a few days back home, she had been burned, nearly drowned, and now even Elodie...
The two small figures clenched their fists and turned to settle accounts with Arnold.
"Come back!" Clara grabbed them, her expression serious. "I know you're upset, but you need to endure it now. Your mommy and Elodie are still in the emergency room."
The two children had red-rimmed eyes but ultimately didn't rush out. They just pressed against the emergency room door on either side, desperately trying to see through it.
At this time, Dominic's subordinate came over and reported something quietly in his ear.
The coldness in Dominic's eyes intensified, as if even the air froze with it.
The person reporting felt nervous under his stare and kept his head down, not daring to say more.
"You're all useless."
"It's because there were police at the scene, and several suspects have already been taken away."
Dominic's thin lips were tightly pressed, his gaze still on the emergency room door, saying nothing more.
These matters could be dealt with later. Paisley was more important.
Meanwhile, Victoria was also taken to the hospital.
Arnold followed expressionlessly, while Victoria clutched her stomach, crying pitifully with grievance all over her face.
She had choked on a lot of seawater and was extremely weak, looking no better than Paisley.
"Arnold, why... why did Paisley and they treat me like this? What did I do wrong? I..."
"Don't talk." Arnold's tone was cold and clearly impatient. He handed Victoria over to the doctors and turned to leave.
Victoria bit her teeth, tears continuously falling.
"Arnold, I'm scared... what if that man comes back? Don't leave me, okay?"
Arnold looked at her, knowing that Victoria had no one with her and had been frightened. By rights, he should stay.
But all he could think about was Paisley and Elodie.
Their condition was far more serious than Victoria's.
"The doctors will take care of you. No one will hurt you."
He made it clear: he was leaving.
Victoria cried even harder.
"Arnold... are you going to see Paisley? But I'm hurt too!"
She had been kicked into the sea and was in pain all over. How could Arnold not stay with her?
Arnold frowned slightly: "You've been wronged today. Get proper treatment first. I'll come see you later."
"Arnold!"
"Arnold..."
But he didn't stop, turning and leaving.
Victoria's eyes were full of gloom—Arnold had actually abandoned her for that bitch Paisley.
He had never treated her like this before.
It was all Paisley's fault.
Damn it. She should be dead.
Why hadn't she just drowned today?
Outside the emergency room.
Because of Dominic's presence, the atmosphere was very tense, and other patients' families avoided him.
When Arnold arrived, a nurse happened to come out.
"Excuse me, are you a family member of Ms. Paisley? We need a signature on this consent form."
Rowan and Callum lifted their small heads anxiously, then heard a voice.
"I'll do it."
It was Arnold's voice.
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