Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Arnold's expression finally softened.
Yes, to him, Victoria really seemed to have no reason to harm a child.
Even I understood that Victoria had performed this act very successfully.
Arnold looked away from her without answering.
Victoria looked extremely aggrieved, crying like a saint struck by divine punishment.
Arnold said gravely: "Just because it's a Hayes family boat doesn't necessarily mean she's involved."
I gripped the bedsheet tightly, the last trace of hope in my heart torn apart by his words.
"Then what would it take to prove it?" I asked, my voice cold as ice.
"Two of those three men have been arrested by police. We're waiting for interrogation results."
Just then, Clara entered the room, her voice clear and loud: "What if it's ultimately proven that this woman harmed my child?"
She stood in the doorway, her gaze sharp. "Mr. Cavendish, I'm grateful you saved Elodie. But I don't agree with your current attitude."
"I've heard about this young lady's previous actions from Elodie: falsely accusing Miss Reynolds, scalding children with boiling water... and now she's implicated in a kidnapping."
"I just want to ask one question—if she really did it, would you be willing to personally send her to prison?"
Victoria cried even harder, trembling all over.
"Arnold, I didn't! I swear I really didn't do it! I've never hurt anyone—how could I harm that child?"
As she spoke, she desperately tried to make Arnold believe her.
Arnold looked at her and finally spoke: "Fine. If she did it, I'll send her to prison and give you an explanation."
"Good. I'll wait for Mr. Cavendish's explanation."
"Arnold..."
Arnold's words made Victoria panic.
Because those two men had been caught.
Because Arnold was a man of his word—now that he'd promised, if he discovered she really did it, he would actually send her to prison.
Victoria felt her legs growing weak.
Hatred surged in her heart.
Those useless idiots—not only had they failed to torture the child as she'd requested, they'd let her return safely and gotten caught, implicating her.
Victoria panicked, not knowing what to do. If they really confessed, she'd be finished too.
Victoria was so anxious that she closed her eyes and fainted.
Arnold frowned, thinking this was due to weakness from nearly drowning. He glanced at me and left with Victoria.
I sat on the hospital bed, lowering my head in disappointment. Tears filled my eyes but wouldn't fall.
I'd been disappointed so many times, yet each time I still foolishly harbored hope.
Arnold, how many more times will you make me despair?
"Paisley..." Clara looked at me with heartache. Having heard that I was later thrown into the sea by Arnold, she wanted nothing more than to rush over and slap both Arnold and Victoria.
I lowered my head, pressing my lips tight, and shook my head: "I'm fine. I... I want to go see Elodie."
But I knew clearly that I wasn't fine at all.
But I couldn't collapse—there was still Elodie.
I pushed open the door and tiptoed into the room.
Elodie hadn't woken up yet. Her small body lay quietly on the hospital bed, face pale, forehead wrapped in gauze, surrounded by the heavy smell of disinfectant.
At that moment, my heart felt like something had crushed it hard.
I sat by the bed, carefully taking her hand. It was so small, so soft—hands that had only held paintbrushes and stuffed animals, now pierced with needles.
My little Elodie had never been seriously hurt. Even a small scrape would make her cry for ages.
But now... she lay here unconscious like this.
Tears immediately blurred my vision. I leaned close to her, my voice trembling: "Elodie, I'm sorry. Mommy didn't protect you well enough... I'm sorry..."
My fingertips trembled slightly as tears dropped onto her blanket.
"But don't worry. Mommy swears that I won't let anyone who hurt you get away with it."
Clara's gentle but firm voice came from behind: "Paisley, don't cry. The doctor said that although Elodie was injured, those people probably treated her wound simply to prevent excessive blood loss, so her condition is relatively stable. She'll wake up soon."
I bit my lip and nodded.
"When Elodie wakes up, we'll ask if she heard or saw anything. Maybe there will be clues to help us send Victoria to prison."
I gently squeezed Elodie's hand, my nose full of sourness: "Mm."
Clara's eyes flashed with anger: "We'll give Arnold a good slap in the face then, for believing Victoria's act."
I didn't respond, just gripped Elodie's fingers tighter.
Suddenly, there was movement beside me.
I instinctively turned my head and saw Callum, who had been lying by the bedside, suddenly lift his head. He wiped the tears and snot from his face, said nothing, and ran straight out.
"Callum?"
Before I could call him back, I said: "Rowan, go bring your brother back."
Callum had always been more impulsive than Rowan, while Rowan was much calmer.
At this moment, Rowan had a serious expression on his small face. Though young, he looked very mature. He nodded firmly.
But Callum was so angry his chest was heaving. He slammed the door and rushed out, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Rowan knew his brother had gone to "settle accounts" with Arnold and Victoria.
Sure enough, Callum searched around the hospital and finally spotted Arnold's figure. With all his anger compressed in his chest, he had only one thought—to seek justice for Mommy and Elodie.
He stared at Arnold's back, unable to contain his anger any longer, and shouted: "Arnold!"