Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 150

Both Chris and Scarlett were still trying to process the shock.

Chris instinctively looked toward Scarlett, who sat staring blankly at the test results in her hands, seemingly deaf to the doctor's question.

Seeing their dazed expressions, the doctor sighed and began typing a prescription. "You're only twenty days pregnant and already bleeding. You'll need medication to prevent miscarriage."

After hitting Enter, the doctor looked back at the young couple with genuine concern. "At least think about your own health. Take the medication properly and try not to overthink things."

Scarlett only snapped out of her trance when the doctor handed her a payment slip. "No, that can't be right. I just had my period recently!"

"Very light flow, correct?" When Scarlett nodded, the doctor continued, "That's exactly what I'd expect. That was implantation bleeding—perfectly normal. Now, please go get your prescription filled."

Even as they left the examination room, the doctor's words—"That was implantation bleeding"—continued to echo in Scarlett's ears. 

Chris hovered protectively beside her, noting her dazed expression.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a tall man emerging from the elevator. "Teddy's here," he whispered urgently.

The name jolted Scarlett back to reality. She hastily stuffed the payment slip and registration form into her coat pocket.

Since her examination had included a gynecological check due to the bleeding, they'd unexpectedly discovered her pregnancy. 

Chris had acted quickly earlier, sending Teddy to fetch a cup of warm water for her medication. Now it seemed he was returning.

Teddy stood out prominently in the crowd. His height alone made him conspicuous, and his face wasn't bad either—military training had given him strong, well-defined features. 

However, when he approached Scarlett, that commanding presence seemed to diminish slightly. 

Though he still attracted attention, most people's eyes were drawn first to the beautiful woman in the powder-blue outfit beside him.

Her warm, radiant features ensured she was never overshadowed. Her fair skin, complemented by the soft blue dress, reminded one of a pearl basking in sunlight—luminous and inviting.

"Ms. Seymour, what seems to be the problem?" Teddy handed her the warm water, his voice steady as his gaze moved between the two of them.

Scarlett took a small sip. "Stomach issues. An old problem of mine."

"Stomach issues that require gynecological examination?" Teddy wasn't so easily fooled.

Scarlett pressed her lips together. "Irregular periods."

Sebastian's people were never easy to deceive. Better to offer a half-truth than risk saying too much. Teddy made a noncommittal sound and didn't press further.

It wasn't until the three of them were leaving the hospital—Scarlett and Chris in front, Teddy behind—that he caught up with Chris.

"Mr. Wright, I'll need a copy of Ms. Seymour's medical report. I have to account for this to Mr. Howard."

Chris was always somewhat intimidated when dealing with Sebastian's people. 

Hearing this request, he froze momentarily, stammering before regaining his composure. "Of course, of course. I'll send it to you when I get back."

Teddy nodded, a rare smile softening his usually stern face. "I appreciate it, Mr. Wright."

Chris wanted to throw an arm around Teddy's shoulder in camaraderie, but realized he couldn't reach that high. Instead, he waved dismissively. "No problem at all. Happy to help."

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Scarlett waited in Chris's car. When he slid into the driver's seat, she glanced at Teddy's retreating figure. "What did he say to you?"

"He wants me to send him your medical report." Chris fastened his seatbelt and turned to Scarlett with a sigh. "What are you thinking? Do you want to keep it?"

Scarlett immediately considered her situation—still involved with Sebastian while he prepared to marry Adeline. It was exactly the path her mother had walked.

Her face drained of color. "I'm not keeping it."

Chris was startled by her decisiveness. "You're not?"

"Is that so surprising?" Scarlett lowered her eyes, her hand resting on her abdomen. "The child would just be another illegitimate baby. That's no life worth living."

As an illegitimate child herself, she knew firsthand how difficult it was to gain acceptance. 

Such children faced mockery and rejection for circumstances created by adults, yet they were the ones who suffered the consequences. Scarlett didn't want her child to follow her path. Her resolve was absolute.

Chris fell silent, understanding her perspective completely. As Scarlett's best friend, he knew exactly how much discrimination she had endured because of her birth status. 

For this reason, he didn't try to change her mind. Instead, he nodded in agreement. "If that's your decision, don't worry. I'll help you."

Modifying medical records was child's play for Chris. After confirming Scarlett's decision, he immediately contacted the hospital administration to alter her recent visit records in their system. 

It was a private hospital—with the right payment, they were more than willing to help.

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Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sunset Lake Villa, dusk slowly crept over the garden greenery.

In the kitchen, overhead lights illuminated Adeline's tense face as she gripped a silver spatula, searing a steak that sizzled in butter. Her gaze kept drifting toward the living room.

Sebastian sat on a rigid gray armchair, scrolling through his tablet. The dense annual reports on the screen only emphasized his severe expression.

For Adeline, today was crucial. Normally when Sebastian dropped her off, he wouldn't even get out of the car. If he did, he never set foot inside the villa. 

But today, he had agreed to stay for dinner! Though she didn't know what had prompted this change of heart, Adeline knew she had to seize the opportunity. 

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so she'd prepared her specialty.

The cream of mushroom soup was already bubbling. Adeline lifted the lid to stir it, releasing an aroma that wafted from the kitchen into the living room. She glanced up discreetly, confident her culinary skills would entice Sebastian to linger.

Sebastian's nostrils flared slightly at the scent of the mushroom soup, but he showed no interest. A yellow duck icon popped up on his screen, followed by a message:

[Has the pretty-boy strategy worked?]

The casual, teasing tone immediately revealed the sender's identity. 

Sebastian, focused on the annual report, had no desire to engage. He scrolled past, ignoring it.

But the sender persisted, sending several more messages in quick succession:

[Look, just keeping her calm would be enough. Why sell your sex appeal? Aren't you worried Ms. Seymour will be upset?]

[By the way, you've got to let me have that key project. I'll have Ms. Seymour liaise with you directly.]

[I passed your message to Mrs. Myers. She says news will break by tomorrow at the latest. Keep this quiet—we need to handle this offline.]