Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 195

St. Mary's Hospital.

Several tall foreign men wearing earpieces moved swiftly between hospital rooms. Their expressions remained serious as they scanned each room with razor-sharp gazes, clearly searching for something—or someone.

Suddenly, a few of them tilted their heads slightly, listening to whatever was coming through their earpieces.

"Got it. We're on our way."

One of them pressed his comm button to respond, then gestured to his colleagues. The group converged and quickly departed from the area.

Shortly after they left, a red-haired middle-aged foreigner came rushing in from outside, completely flustered.

"The Lumaria girl! The Lumaria girl!" he repeated frantically, unable to form more coherent sentences.

People stepped aside to avoid him, and for good reason. Sweat drenched his forehead, with strands of golden-red hair sticking to his face. His once-impeccable tailored suit was now hopelessly wrinkled, the expensive fabric stripped of all its elegance. Combined with his current frantic state, he resembled nothing so much as a deranged homeless man.

He seemed oblivious to how people were avoiding him. With laser focus, he grabbed a passing nurse. "Hey! Is there—is there a Lumaria girl who was brought in?"

The nurse froze, still processing his question when he volunteered more information.

"She was brought in from Hotel Caelstra! She collapsed at the front desk!"

This more precise information convinced the nurse that he wasn't just some madman.

She pointed toward the elevators. "That girl is on the third floor in intensive—"

Before she could finish, the man bolted toward the elevators. His steps were unsteady but determined.

Sweat trickled down his temples, leaving dark stains around his collar. It was hard to imagine how far he must have run to work up such a sweat in the early winter chill.

The moment the elevator doors opened, he practically crashed inside, quickly and accurately pressing the button for his floor. His chest heaved violently.

The only sound in the elevator was his heavy breathing.

He leaned against the handrail, eyes fixed intensely on the floor indicator panel.

On the third floor corridor, several foreign men surrounded one of the hospital rooms—the same men who had been patrolling the first floor earlier. Their leader was now speaking with a doctor.

At the far end of the hallway, the elevator doors opened. The red-haired man stepped out, still slightly out of breath. He hesitated momentarily when he spotted the suited security detail but continued walking as if nothing was wrong. As he passed the room surrounded by bodyguards, he cautiously stretched his neck to peek inside.

The moment his gaze fell upon the scene within, his heart felt seized by an invisible hand, his green pupils contracting sharply.

Inside the room, a beautiful woman lay quietly on the hospital bed. Her complexion was rosy, her fair skin appearing even more lovely under the soft lighting. She was connected to monitoring equipment, yet her breathing seemed stable, as if she were merely sleeping.

Though he could only see her profile, she bore a striking resemblance to the woman in that old photograph. Realizing that years of searching might finally be coming to an end, the middle-aged man's breathing grew rapid.

Just as he tried to get a better look, the lead foreigner seemed to sense his prying eyes and whipped his head around, his piercing gaze sweeping over him.

The middle-aged man immediately averted his eyes and took a step forward, intending to walk past.

"Sir, this is a private room. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed near it," one of the bodyguards stepped forward, his tone ice-cold.

The middle-aged man licked his lips and pointed ahead. "I'm just heading over there. I—"

Before he could finish his excuse, the guard who had stopped him cut him off. "There are no patients admitted to those rooms yet."

In that instant, another guard behind him twisted his arm and pinned him down!

The movement was so quick that the middle-aged man only felt a sharp pain in his arm before being forcefully spun around and slammed to the floor.

He instinctively struggled but was no match for the security guard who had him completely immobilized.

"What are you doing?" he shouted.

The lead foreigner crouched down, his eyes cold. "That's what I should be asking you. Who are you? Why are you here?"

Hearing this question, the middle-aged man froze momentarily before twisting his body and shouting loudly, "I'm just a family member of another patient passing by! I just glanced at this room—are you going to take the law into your own hands for that?"

His deliberately raised voice immediately drew the attention of onlookers.

The foreign man glanced around, stood up, and signaled his subordinates to take the man away.

Seeing they had no intention of releasing him, the red-haired man grew desperate. His face flushed. "What do you think you're doing? I—"

Before he could finish his protest, the foreign man shot him a cold look. "Please wait for our employer to arrive."

"No! Do you have any idea who I am?" The red-haired man began struggling frantically.

But his efforts were completely futile.

The bodyguards locked him in an empty hospital room nearby, all under the watchful eye of the doctor.

"Mr. Brown, what you're doing could be considered criminal," the doctor remarked with a complex expression, pointing toward the red-haired man now under guard.

Finn Brown raised an eyebrow and replied in a tone both casual and irritating, "Is that so? Why don't we see about that? Even if the police arrest us, our boss will have us out on bail in the next second."

A flash of surprise crossed the doctor's eyes, but it quickly disappeared as she remembered exactly which powerful figure these men worked for. Her surprise turned to understanding.

She lowered her head and made a few notes on her clipboard, changing the subject. "The patient was exposed to a powerful sedative. This type of drug can have extremely negative effects on a fetus. Even with prompt medical attention, it could still interfere with fetal development."

"Where is the father?" the doctor suddenly looked up and asked. "I need to discuss the follow-up procedures with him."

The men exchanged glances, clearly unable to answer this question.

The doctor looked confused. "Isn't this your employer's child?"

"Of course not," Finn shrugged, but still offered a bit of information. "The baby's father should be on his way here. My boss will arrive with him."

Meanwhile, a private jet that had taken off from Virella Island had just landed smoothly at Calvessa's airport.

A man in a black cashmere coat was the first to disembark. He walked with hurried steps, his coat tails cutting clean arcs through the air as he moved.

The cold white light around the airport fell upon him, creating a subtle matte finish on the fine cashmere surface that complemented the dark patterned suit underneath, outlining a restrained yet powerful presence.

On his phone, a message had just arrived.

[Found her.]