Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 93: Chapter 93
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Rowan and Callum's bodies shook.
Bad daddy?
Callum instinctively wanted to turn around but was held back by Rowan.
Rowan whispered soothingly: "Shhh."
At this moment, Arnold's attention wasn't on them at all.
The two men almost simultaneously reached for the surgical consent form waiting to be signed.
Dominic's eyes were coldly mocking: "What are you?"
Arnold's eyes darkened, his tone cold and sharp: "Then what are you?"
The two were similar in height, their auras clashing head-on with overwhelming pressure. The air almost solidified, and even the nurse standing nearby couldn't help but shiver.
Arnold spoke coldly: "I'll sign it."
"Get lost."
The nurse looked nervously at both men and finally gathered courage to speak: "Then... may I ask which of you is the patient's family member? We urgently need a signature to save her."
Arnold directly snatched the consent form and signed his name decisively: "I'm her husband. He's the other man."
"Ah?"
The nurse's eyes widened in shock: This was too dramatic—such a handsome husband and such a striking "other man"? This female patient's love life was certainly exciting.
"Other man?" Dominic laughed coldly, his face completely darkening, his gaze sharp enough to cut through air. "You, an ex-husband, dare to interfere here?"
A dark look flashed in Arnold's eyes, his voice low and determined: "She and I aren't divorced yet."
Dominic snorted coldly, his tone extremely dangerous: "So what?"
Arnold's gaze was icy: "So legally, she's still mine. This fact cannot be changed by anyone."
He finished signing and returned the consent form to the nurse, then stood firmly in front of the emergency room door, his brow tightly furrowed.
Clara slightly turned her body, trying to help the two children quietly leave.
But Rowan and Callum didn't move.
They understood that moving would attract more attention; staying still would keep them unnoticed.
Indeed, Arnold never noticed them.
About an hour later, several doctors and nurses wheeled Elodie out of the operating room.
"Which one is the child's family member?"
"I'm here, I am!" Clara immediately stepped forward, looking nervously at Elodie on the bed. "How is she?"
The doctor removed his mask and said: "Fortunately, she didn't lose much blood. The wound was treated promptly, and her vital signs are temporarily stable. But the child suffered from drowning and severe shock. She needs good rest, and her emotional state needs special attention."
"Okay, I understand."
Arnold stood to the side, looking at Elodie on the bed, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest. Just then, he caught sight of two little boys standing nearby.
They were standing sideways, their tender faces somehow familiar to him.
He frowned slightly and slowly approached, wanting to see more clearly.
Sensing someone approaching from behind, Rowan and Callum tensed up, even breathing more lightly, standing rigidly in place, not daring to move.
Just then, the emergency room door opened again.
"Paisley's family member?"
Arnold immediately stepped forward, his face tense: "How is she?"
The doctor looked at them with slight displeasure: "You're family members? She had such a severe fever and nearly drowned, and you only brought her in now? How could she not faint?"
"Fever?" Arnold's face tightened, his expression changing.
"Yes, high fever that won't break. Combined with drowning and emotional trauma, her body is extremely weak."
"Is she awake?"
"Not yet. She's unconscious and needs rest for some time."
"I understand." Arnold nodded.
Then both Elodie and Paisley were wheeled to separate rooms.
Only then did Arnold turn back to look at those two children—but found that the figures who had been standing there had disappeared.
He frowned deeply, a trace of confusion in his eyes: Those two children... something was strange about them.
He couldn't figure out what was wrong, but that sense of familiarity lingered.
But he didn't think about it further at the moment, instead walking toward Paisley's room.
Paisley's Perspective
In the hospital room.
When I woke up, my head was still dizzy, and my body felt heavy as if it had been soaked in seawater. As I opened my eyes, the glaring white ceiling came into view.
"...Elodie...Elodie..."
I heard my own voice, still murmuring that child's name. Even in unconsciousness, I couldn't let go of her.
"Elodie!"
I suddenly sat up, my vision going black.
Bad daddy?
Callum instinctively wanted to turn around but was held back by Rowan.
Rowan whispered soothingly: "Shhh."
At this moment, Arnold's attention wasn't on them at all.
The two men almost simultaneously reached for the surgical consent form waiting to be signed.
Dominic's eyes were coldly mocking: "What are you?"
Arnold's eyes darkened, his tone cold and sharp: "Then what are you?"
The two were similar in height, their auras clashing head-on with overwhelming pressure. The air almost solidified, and even the nurse standing nearby couldn't help but shiver.
Arnold spoke coldly: "I'll sign it."
"Get lost."
The nurse looked nervously at both men and finally gathered courage to speak: "Then... may I ask which of you is the patient's family member? We urgently need a signature to save her."
Arnold directly snatched the consent form and signed his name decisively: "I'm her husband. He's the other man."
"Ah?"
The nurse's eyes widened in shock: This was too dramatic—such a handsome husband and such a striking "other man"? This female patient's love life was certainly exciting.
"Other man?" Dominic laughed coldly, his face completely darkening, his gaze sharp enough to cut through air. "You, an ex-husband, dare to interfere here?"
A dark look flashed in Arnold's eyes, his voice low and determined: "She and I aren't divorced yet."
Dominic snorted coldly, his tone extremely dangerous: "So what?"
Arnold's gaze was icy: "So legally, she's still mine. This fact cannot be changed by anyone."
He finished signing and returned the consent form to the nurse, then stood firmly in front of the emergency room door, his brow tightly furrowed.
Clara slightly turned her body, trying to help the two children quietly leave.
But Rowan and Callum didn't move.
They understood that moving would attract more attention; staying still would keep them unnoticed.
Indeed, Arnold never noticed them.
About an hour later, several doctors and nurses wheeled Elodie out of the operating room.
"Which one is the child's family member?"
"I'm here, I am!" Clara immediately stepped forward, looking nervously at Elodie on the bed. "How is she?"
The doctor removed his mask and said: "Fortunately, she didn't lose much blood. The wound was treated promptly, and her vital signs are temporarily stable. But the child suffered from drowning and severe shock. She needs good rest, and her emotional state needs special attention."
"Okay, I understand."
Arnold stood to the side, looking at Elodie on the bed, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest. Just then, he caught sight of two little boys standing nearby.
They were standing sideways, their tender faces somehow familiar to him.
He frowned slightly and slowly approached, wanting to see more clearly.
Sensing someone approaching from behind, Rowan and Callum tensed up, even breathing more lightly, standing rigidly in place, not daring to move.
Just then, the emergency room door opened again.
"Paisley's family member?"
Arnold immediately stepped forward, his face tense: "How is she?"
The doctor looked at them with slight displeasure: "You're family members? She had such a severe fever and nearly drowned, and you only brought her in now? How could she not faint?"
"Fever?" Arnold's face tightened, his expression changing.
"Yes, high fever that won't break. Combined with drowning and emotional trauma, her body is extremely weak."
"Is she awake?"
"Not yet. She's unconscious and needs rest for some time."
"I understand." Arnold nodded.
Then both Elodie and Paisley were wheeled to separate rooms.
Only then did Arnold turn back to look at those two children—but found that the figures who had been standing there had disappeared.
He frowned deeply, a trace of confusion in his eyes: Those two children... something was strange about them.
He couldn't figure out what was wrong, but that sense of familiarity lingered.
But he didn't think about it further at the moment, instead walking toward Paisley's room.
Paisley's Perspective
In the hospital room.
When I woke up, my head was still dizzy, and my body felt heavy as if it had been soaked in seawater. As I opened my eyes, the glaring white ceiling came into view.
"...Elodie...Elodie..."
I heard my own voice, still murmuring that child's name. Even in unconsciousness, I couldn't let go of her.
"Elodie!"
I suddenly sat up, my vision going black.
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