Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 175

The living room was quiet, with Michael sitting in his wheelchair. He looked around at the minimalist decor—no unnecessary frills, and even the lighting had a cold, unwelcoming vibe, which oddly matched Sebastian's personality.

He glanced toward the staircase as slow footsteps approached. Soon, Sebastian's figure appeared.

"Mike," Sebastian greeted, his voice respectful but his eyes held a deeply hidden wariness, even his respect seemed slightly strained.

Sebastian descended the stairs slowly, entering the living room area. His gaze briefly flicked to Michael's wheelchair before quickly looking away.

There was a cup of warm water in front of him. Michael picked it up and took a sip. "The info Graham gave us is spot on, right?"

"Yeah," Sebastian replied, sitting down on the sofa opposite him. He stretched his long legs forward, trying to appear relaxed. "No need to test me, Mike. I'm not hiding anything from you."

Michael chuckled, understanding Sebastian's intent. "So, you wanna be part of my family?"

Sebastian slightly raised his chin, the meaning clear.

His gaze carried a certain determination, but overall, it was calm, almost unreadable.

Michael looked at him, then lowered his eyes and drank his water. The light reflecting in his eyes grew somber, then shifted. He looked up and met Sebastian's gaze.

Neither spoke, but their eyes seemed to engage in a silent battle.

Finally, Michael broke the silence.

"Scarlett's pregnant now. I don't want to discuss this."

His tone lowered, carrying rare coldness and irritation. Yet when he looked at Sebastian, his expression remained gentle. "I know you care about Scarlett, but... what about your other love interest?"

Love interest?

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, realizing Michael wasn't referring to Scarlett.

He raised an eyebrow. "Mike, you know Adeline's situation."

But Michael shook his head. "I'm not talking about Adeline."

Sebastian's composed demeanor faltered slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Then who?"

He genuinely didn't know he had another love interest besides Adeline, who served as a shield.

Seeing Sebastian's genuine confusion, Michael pondered for a moment before speaking again. "You mentioned before, the girl who brought you honey water in the family memorial room."

The sudden mention of the event didn't make Sebastian nervous; instead, his tense shoulders relaxed, and he leaned back into the sofa, his tone understanding.

"Oh, her."

Seeing he remembered, Michael continued earnestly. "If you want to be with Scarlett, you need to let her go."

Sebastian laughed. "That might be difficult."

Michael's movements paused, his brows furrowing with clear irritation. "What?"

"Mike, you forget things too easily." Sebastian lifted his hands, resting them on the sofa arms, a smile spreading in his eyes. "The girl who brought me honey water was Scar."

Indeed, it was an old story.

Sebastian was only seven then, his first year as an orphan, freshly brought back by George from Marigoldia, still struggling with English.

The welcome party wasn't solely for him.

The boy, upset, wandered off to the family memorial room, away from the festivities.

A kid raised abroad had never seen such a solemn place, but he was stubborn and prideful, pursing his lips and stiffly searching for the way back.

Around a corridor, he saw a child squatting and eating honey water.

The child was younger than him and cried even more.

She cried and spoke, but Sebastian understood nothing except the word "mom."

Sebastian missed his mom too, but as the older one, he couldn't cry. He had to comfort the crying child.

Eventually, the child, tired from crying, offered him the half-eaten honey water.

"Here, you should have some too."

Sebastian looked at the half-bowl of honey water, mostly water with the tasty fruit pieces gone.

This kid had no heart, he thought but drank the honey water anyway.

"Hey, why aren't you talking?"

Sebastian wanted to speak but ended up using Marigoldian first.

The child covered his mouth. "I can't understand you, better not talk."

No heart!

Sebastian was furious, but with his mouth covered, he couldn't say anything.

"Scar-Bear!" Someone called.

The child stood up, patted her bottom, and waved at Sebastian. "My cousin's calling me. I gotta go."

That was his first encounter with Scarlett.

He often heard about Scar-Bear from Michael but never saw her again.

Until the family gathering, when the Seymour family brought Scarlett, and he found her in the wooden pavilion.

But she didn't seem to remember him at all.

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Scarlett woke up during the flight.

She thought she was at Skylake Road No. 5, but upon seeing the completely different surroundings, she realized everything had changed.

As soon as the light turned on, a flight attendant approached.

"Ms. Seymour, do you need anything?"

Scarlett instinctively shook her head but then asked, "Where are we?"

"We're in the air," the flight attendant replied truthfully.

"I want to make a call. Is that possible?" Scarlett asked nervously, clutching the blanket.

The flight attendant smiled. "Of course, please follow me."

Scarlett immediately got out of bed and followed her to the living room.

The satellite phone was installed next to the sofa.

Scarlett's favorite soft sofa was there. She sat down quickly, grabbed the receiver, and dialed according to the flight attendant's instructions.

The flight attendant left the room afterward.

After a long time, the call connected.

"Who's this?" Chris mumbled, seemingly brushing his teeth.

Scarlett swallowed nervously. "It's me."

Chris immediately perked up, spitting out the foam. "Scarlett? Why are you calling from this phone?"

"I'm on a plane," Scarlett quickly explained her situation.

Chris's mind spun. As the Wright family's son, he had heard some news today, but the Howard and Seymour families hadn't commented, so everyone thought it was false. But hearing Scarlett, it seemed the news wasn't baseless...

"Where are you flying to?" Chris guessed she was using a satellite phone on a private jet and wiped the foam from his mouth.

Scarlett shook her head. "I don't know, it's kept secret."

Chris expected this, given Sebastian's apparent intention to keep Scarlett away from the situation.

But Scarlett sensed something. "Did Graham make a move?"

Chris was shocked. "How do you know?"

"He doesn't seem like someone with no desires," Scarlett sighed, rubbing her head.