Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 97: Chapter 97
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Elodie was crying and choking out our names: "Mommy... Rowan, Callum... Auntie Clara..."
"Mommy's here, Mommy's always been here." I quickly gripped her hand, my voice trembling.
She cried softly: "Elodie... thought she'd never see Mommy again..."
Hearing those words completely broke my heart. She was so young, yet forced to face such terror.
I bent down to gently hug her, carefully avoiding the gauze on her forehead, my voice choked: "Silly child, how could that be? You'll always see Mommy, forever and always. No one will ever hurt you again."
Clara called for the doctor. I stood to the side watching the examination while tightly holding Elodie's hand, afraid she might be scared.
She was still crying intermittently but cooperated very well with the doctor's movements, not even crying out in pain once.
The doctor couldn't help but praise her: "Such a young child being so well-behaved is truly remarkable."
"Doctor, how is my child?" I asked, holding back tears.
"Don't worry. The fact that she's awake shows her condition is stable. Just a few more days of observation in the hospital."
Hearing the doctor say this, I finally felt relieved, my legs almost going weak.
I turned to look at her. She was lying on the hospital bed, watching all of us worry and cry for her.
She reached out her small hand to touch her face, then touched the wound on her forehead.
I could see she wanted to be strong, wanted not to cry, but that wound... it really hurt too much.
She had just wiped away her tears, but when her hand touched the wound again, she frowned in pain. Tears stubbornly appeared again. She wiped while crying, her small shoulders shaking like an injured kitten.
Elodie cried with a crystal tear hanging from her nose, yet tried to act tough: "It doesn't hurt, really doesn't hurt..."
Rowan also came over, taking a candy from his pocket, carefully unwrapping it and gently placing it in her mouth: "Eat the sweet candy and it won't hurt anymore, no more crying."
Elodie held the candy, her little face puffed up, still shedding tears.
Before, just giving her one candy would make her laugh immediately, but this time... even the candy couldn't stop her crying.
She asked softly with the candy in her mouth: "Are there more?"
Rowan was stunned for a moment, then immediately searched through all his pockets like digging for treasure, putting all the remaining candies in her hands.
She blinked at her brother and smiled softly: "Thank you."
Then she carefully unwrapped one for Rowan, gave one to Callum, then to me, and finally handed one to Clara.
Her voice still carried sobs, but she spoke very thoughtfully: "We all eat candy, then we won't cry."
I lowered my head, took a deep breath, forced the tears back down, and gently hugged her: "Good, our Elodie won't cry anymore. Everything will get better."
She lifted her little face and said in her sweet voice: "Then Mommy should smile too."
I turned up the corners of my mouth, showing a smile. Though this smile hid too much exhaustion and worry, for her sake, I had to smile. Even if it was just putting on a brave face, it was worth it.
She ate her candy, her little brow still furrowed. I knew she was still in a lot of pain.
But she was trying to endure it, trying to be strong.
My little Elodie was so brave.
The kidnapper with the best swimming skills had escaped, but with the other two caught, they weren't afraid of not catching the real culprit.
Now the police were conducting interrogations. Hearing that Elodie had woken up, two officers came to investigate.
They said the investigation required detailed understanding of the situation. They were afraid Elodie might be scared due to her young age, but unexpectedly she wasn't afraid at all.
She blinked her big eyes at the police officers, neither crying nor making a fuss, cooperating very seriously, recalling word by word.
When the police asked if she had heard or seen anything during the kidnapping, Elodie suddenly said: "Elodie heard something."
The police immediately picked up their notebook, urgency in their voice: "What did Elodie hear?"
Elodie tilted her head as if trying hard to remember, falling into deep thought.
I couldn't help but hold my breath, waiting for her answer.
"Mommy's here, Mommy's always been here." I quickly gripped her hand, my voice trembling.
She cried softly: "Elodie... thought she'd never see Mommy again..."
Hearing those words completely broke my heart. She was so young, yet forced to face such terror.
I bent down to gently hug her, carefully avoiding the gauze on her forehead, my voice choked: "Silly child, how could that be? You'll always see Mommy, forever and always. No one will ever hurt you again."
Clara called for the doctor. I stood to the side watching the examination while tightly holding Elodie's hand, afraid she might be scared.
She was still crying intermittently but cooperated very well with the doctor's movements, not even crying out in pain once.
The doctor couldn't help but praise her: "Such a young child being so well-behaved is truly remarkable."
"Doctor, how is my child?" I asked, holding back tears.
"Don't worry. The fact that she's awake shows her condition is stable. Just a few more days of observation in the hospital."
Hearing the doctor say this, I finally felt relieved, my legs almost going weak.
I turned to look at her. She was lying on the hospital bed, watching all of us worry and cry for her.
She reached out her small hand to touch her face, then touched the wound on her forehead.
I could see she wanted to be strong, wanted not to cry, but that wound... it really hurt too much.
She had just wiped away her tears, but when her hand touched the wound again, she frowned in pain. Tears stubbornly appeared again. She wiped while crying, her small shoulders shaking like an injured kitten.
Elodie cried with a crystal tear hanging from her nose, yet tried to act tough: "It doesn't hurt, really doesn't hurt..."
Rowan also came over, taking a candy from his pocket, carefully unwrapping it and gently placing it in her mouth: "Eat the sweet candy and it won't hurt anymore, no more crying."
Elodie held the candy, her little face puffed up, still shedding tears.
Before, just giving her one candy would make her laugh immediately, but this time... even the candy couldn't stop her crying.
She asked softly with the candy in her mouth: "Are there more?"
Rowan was stunned for a moment, then immediately searched through all his pockets like digging for treasure, putting all the remaining candies in her hands.
She blinked at her brother and smiled softly: "Thank you."
Then she carefully unwrapped one for Rowan, gave one to Callum, then to me, and finally handed one to Clara.
Her voice still carried sobs, but she spoke very thoughtfully: "We all eat candy, then we won't cry."
I lowered my head, took a deep breath, forced the tears back down, and gently hugged her: "Good, our Elodie won't cry anymore. Everything will get better."
She lifted her little face and said in her sweet voice: "Then Mommy should smile too."
I turned up the corners of my mouth, showing a smile. Though this smile hid too much exhaustion and worry, for her sake, I had to smile. Even if it was just putting on a brave face, it was worth it.
She ate her candy, her little brow still furrowed. I knew she was still in a lot of pain.
But she was trying to endure it, trying to be strong.
My little Elodie was so brave.
The kidnapper with the best swimming skills had escaped, but with the other two caught, they weren't afraid of not catching the real culprit.
Now the police were conducting interrogations. Hearing that Elodie had woken up, two officers came to investigate.
They said the investigation required detailed understanding of the situation. They were afraid Elodie might be scared due to her young age, but unexpectedly she wasn't afraid at all.
She blinked her big eyes at the police officers, neither crying nor making a fuss, cooperating very seriously, recalling word by word.
When the police asked if she had heard or seen anything during the kidnapping, Elodie suddenly said: "Elodie heard something."
The police immediately picked up their notebook, urgency in their voice: "What did Elodie hear?"
Elodie tilted her head as if trying hard to remember, falling into deep thought.
I couldn't help but hold my breath, waiting for her answer.
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