Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 98: Chapter 98
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Elodie touched her head again and shook her head: "Can't remember... Elodie was dizzy then, couldn't open her eyes at all. She seemed to hear a very familiar voice... but Elodie can't remember who it was."
Her eyes looked obediently at the police and me, with a trace of apology.
The police said gently: "It's okay, Elodie think about it more. This information is very important to us. If you remember, you must tell us, okay?"
"Mm-hmm." She nodded seriously.
Although the police didn't get substantial clues, considering she had just woken up and it wasn't convenient to question her for too long, they could only leave first.
I saw them to the door of the room. Just as I closed the door, I saw Arnold approaching from a distance.
My expression turned cold. He said in a low voice: "You really care about this child."
I wasn't afraid of him and asked back: "Don't you too? And if she really got hurt for the reason I guessed, don't you think I should care more?"
Arnold didn't retort and walked straight toward the room.
I didn't stop him. Now only Elodie and I were there - Clara had already taken Rowan and Callum home.
I stood in place, watching his back, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
Elodie had just finished cooperating with the police inquiry and had been rewarded with two candies for her good behavior. She was eating happily, candy residue at the corners of her mouth, looking completely satisfied.
But when she looked up and saw Arnold walking in.
She was like suddenly seeing the world's greatest enemy. Her originally smiling little face instantly fell, her mouth corners turned down, her eyes turned cold.
She had heard from Mommy and Auntie Clara that it was that bad woman who wanted to harm her, and this bad daddy kept protecting that bad woman.
She had originally thought naively that the bad daddy was a good person, but it turned out he was helping such people bully Mommy and her!
Elodie immediately withdrew all her good feelings toward him.
He was a bad person.
An absolutely terrible bad person.
At Elodie's age, the world was black and white. People Mommy disliked, she would dislike completely.
Moreover, this person had pushed Mommy into the sea.
He was the most, most, most, most, most terrible big bad person!
She pulled the blanket over her little head, hiding her whole face inside, angrily shouting in a muffled voice: "Go away! Elodie doesn't want to see you!"
From under the little blanket came soft but determined rejection, like an angry little bomb.
Arnold was stunned, suddenly feeling an indescribable dull pain in his chest. "Elodie, why don't you want to see me?"
Elodie under the blanket was instantly shocked: This person actually had the nerve to ask?
"Go away!" she said angrily. "Even though you saved Elodie, you also hurt Auntie Paisley and spoke up for that bad woman! Elodie doesn't want you anymore, never wants to see you again!"
The words "never wants to see you again" cut through Arnold's heart like a dull knife.
This was clearly just a child he'd met by accident and taken in unintentionally, yet her appearance with red-rimmed eyes from anger made him inexplicably uncomfortable.
He momentarily didn't know why he would have such emotions.
But he quickly forced himself to explain - probably because he had once considered her as his own child.
I stood to the side, watching this scene.
So I spoke lightly: "You should leave first. Elodie just woke up, and the doctor said she needs quiet rest. She doesn't want to see you right now."
Arnold didn't argue. He just silently placed the candy he'd brought on the small cabinet nearby, pressed his thin lips tight, lowered his head and stood for a few seconds, then quietly turned and walked out.
His back was silent and lonely, indescribably... like a pitiful person disliked by his own child.
Thinking back to those years in England, the children would occasionally ask what kind of person Arnold was. Although he had treated me badly, I had never said a single bad word about him in front of the children.
So these three children, even though they'd never really met him, still held some fantasy about this "daddy."
Now it was over.
Arnold had personally destroyed that last remaining fantasy.
I gently shook my head, silently thinking:
He deserved it.
In the afternoon, I suddenly received a call from the police.
The police explained the situation to me. I stood up urgently: "You found out, right?"
Her eyes looked obediently at the police and me, with a trace of apology.
The police said gently: "It's okay, Elodie think about it more. This information is very important to us. If you remember, you must tell us, okay?"
"Mm-hmm." She nodded seriously.
Although the police didn't get substantial clues, considering she had just woken up and it wasn't convenient to question her for too long, they could only leave first.
I saw them to the door of the room. Just as I closed the door, I saw Arnold approaching from a distance.
My expression turned cold. He said in a low voice: "You really care about this child."
I wasn't afraid of him and asked back: "Don't you too? And if she really got hurt for the reason I guessed, don't you think I should care more?"
Arnold didn't retort and walked straight toward the room.
I didn't stop him. Now only Elodie and I were there - Clara had already taken Rowan and Callum home.
I stood in place, watching his back, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
Elodie had just finished cooperating with the police inquiry and had been rewarded with two candies for her good behavior. She was eating happily, candy residue at the corners of her mouth, looking completely satisfied.
But when she looked up and saw Arnold walking in.
She was like suddenly seeing the world's greatest enemy. Her originally smiling little face instantly fell, her mouth corners turned down, her eyes turned cold.
She had heard from Mommy and Auntie Clara that it was that bad woman who wanted to harm her, and this bad daddy kept protecting that bad woman.
She had originally thought naively that the bad daddy was a good person, but it turned out he was helping such people bully Mommy and her!
Elodie immediately withdrew all her good feelings toward him.
He was a bad person.
An absolutely terrible bad person.
At Elodie's age, the world was black and white. People Mommy disliked, she would dislike completely.
Moreover, this person had pushed Mommy into the sea.
He was the most, most, most, most, most terrible big bad person!
She pulled the blanket over her little head, hiding her whole face inside, angrily shouting in a muffled voice: "Go away! Elodie doesn't want to see you!"
From under the little blanket came soft but determined rejection, like an angry little bomb.
Arnold was stunned, suddenly feeling an indescribable dull pain in his chest. "Elodie, why don't you want to see me?"
Elodie under the blanket was instantly shocked: This person actually had the nerve to ask?
"Go away!" she said angrily. "Even though you saved Elodie, you also hurt Auntie Paisley and spoke up for that bad woman! Elodie doesn't want you anymore, never wants to see you again!"
The words "never wants to see you again" cut through Arnold's heart like a dull knife.
This was clearly just a child he'd met by accident and taken in unintentionally, yet her appearance with red-rimmed eyes from anger made him inexplicably uncomfortable.
He momentarily didn't know why he would have such emotions.
But he quickly forced himself to explain - probably because he had once considered her as his own child.
I stood to the side, watching this scene.
So I spoke lightly: "You should leave first. Elodie just woke up, and the doctor said she needs quiet rest. She doesn't want to see you right now."
Arnold didn't argue. He just silently placed the candy he'd brought on the small cabinet nearby, pressed his thin lips tight, lowered his head and stood for a few seconds, then quietly turned and walked out.
His back was silent and lonely, indescribably... like a pitiful person disliked by his own child.
Thinking back to those years in England, the children would occasionally ask what kind of person Arnold was. Although he had treated me badly, I had never said a single bad word about him in front of the children.
So these three children, even though they'd never really met him, still held some fantasy about this "daddy."
Now it was over.
Arnold had personally destroyed that last remaining fantasy.
I gently shook my head, silently thinking:
He deserved it.
In the afternoon, I suddenly received a call from the police.
The police explained the situation to me. I stood up urgently: "You found out, right?"
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