Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 218

When Scarlett entered the bedroom, she couldn't care less about Sebastian whom she'd left outside.

His behavior—making promises and then shamelessly denying them—infuriated her.

She had been so close to learning the truth about her origins, but now that truth remained buried because of Sebastian's interference.

In reality, Scarlett hadn't been certain whether the stranger's words were true. Her confrontation with Sebastian had been as much a test as an accusation.

Sebastian hadn't denied the man's identity or dismissed him as a liar, which suggested there was truth to the matter.

And clearly, Sebastian knew about her background.

This realization only intensified Scarlett's curiosity about her origins.

She sat on the small sofa by the bed for a while, then decided to go back out and question Sebastian again. Even the smallest piece of information would be better than nothing.

But just as she was about to open the door, she heard a knock from outside.

The bedroom wasn't particularly soundproof—this was a hospital room, after all, designed so that any disturbance from a patient inside would alert those outside.

She immediately stopped, hesitated, then pressed her ear against the door to listen.

"Come in," she heard Sebastian say, his voice tinged with fatigue.

This made Scarlett frown, though she felt no sympathy—only that he deserved it.

Sounds quickly followed. The door opening wasn't distinct, but she heard Marco's voice speaking Seraphine, which she couldn't understand.

Sebastian responded in the same language.

Eavesdropping on this conversation would be pointless if she couldn't understand it.

But she desperately wanted to know what they were saying. Being constantly surrounded by foreigners speaking languages she didn't understand was incredibly frustrating.

Scarlett frowned and moved away from the door. Her eyes darted around the room and landed on her phone lying on the bed.

Her eyes lit up. She grabbed the phone, opened a translation app, and crouched down, ignoring how undignified she must look as she searched for the perfect listening position.

Finally, she lay flat on the floor, flipping her phone upside down and pressing the microphone tightly against the gap under the door.

On the screen, bars representing audio input fluctuated constantly.

Scarlett stared intently, fingers clenched with tension.

Fortunately, the people outside were speaking loudly enough for her phone's microphone to pick up.

[Is it because of that woman on Virella Island?]

As the words gradually appeared on her screen, Scarlett felt her blood run cold.

Kneeling on the floor, she breathed in the dusty smell of the carpet. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, each pulse making it harder to breathe.

Though her mind raced, the translation software continued working.

Soon, the next sentence appeared:

[If that's the reason, I think you should explain everything clearly. Seymour is pregnant and already emotionally vulnerable. If you keep hiding things, you might lose more than you gain.]

Well-intentioned advice.

Scarlett stared at the text, wondering what Sebastian could be hiding from her.

She assumed it must be something related to Adeline.

[I tried to explain, but she doesn't believe me.]

New text appeared—Sebastian's words.

Scarlett frowned, trying to recall their conversation.

What had he said that she hadn't believed?

It must have been his comments about Adeline.

But how could she possibly believe those? That a relationship spanning ten years was merely some elaborate scheme?

Such an outlandish claim was impossible to accept.

Lost in thought, Scarlett only refocused when new text appeared on her screen.

One particular exchange immediately caught her attention:

[Morgan contacted her people. Teddy traced the call and found an address—Hustane in Eldoria, 302 Nickor Avenue.]

[That's the gentleman's address.]

[Are you going?]

[Going now would be pointless. I'll have Adeline sent to Eldoria for continued surveillance.]

[Perhaps having Shane meet with James might uncover some valuable information.]

Scarlett hadn't been listening earlier and wasn't sure who said what, but from this exchange, it seemed Adeline truly was being used as a pawn.

She wasn't sure what to think. Could Sebastian really have no feelings for Adeline?

If so, then Adeline's claims couldn't be trusted either.

The subsequent conversation revolved around Adeline's backers, discussing strategies and plans.

The meticulous planning revealed just how formidable these hidden players were.

Soon, the conversation shifted.

Someone was coming to visit.

Scarlett couldn't make out the name from the translation, but gathered from context that it was a servant known for excellent cooking.

This part of the conversation seemed irrelevant, almost out of place in their discussion.

Fortunately, they soon returned to more pertinent matters.

And through this, Scarlett learned the mysterious man's name.

"Benjamin Cooper," she whispered, determined to commit it to memory.

[He knows certain things—things Letty shouldn't know yet.]

[Must you keep her in the dark? Remember that old Lumarian saying—"What's suppressed too long will eventually rebound."]

[Uncle Marco, that's just an old saying.]

[Don't worry, I don't intend to hide things from her forever. But with the current uncertain situation, letting her contact Benjamin would create unnecessary complications.]

The final exchange was quickly translated.

Scarlett put her phone away, no longer caring that the men were still talking. Her eyes remained fixed on the information she'd gathered.

Benjamin did know about her background, and Sebastian was aware of it all.

He claimed he wouldn't keep secrets from her?

Scarlett frowned, harboring little hope for this promise, but still wanting to test it.

The movement outside continued.

They spoke as they walked toward the door.

Scarlett waited a moment, then opened her door, intending to carefully check if Sebastian had left. To her surprise, she found him right there.

Sebastian was holding a glass of water. Seeing Scarlett open the door, he continued his paused motion, drinking half the glass before refilling it. "Want some?"

The recent conversation had clearly drained him.

Scarlett's fingers moved slightly on the doorknob. She licked her lips, her urge to test him transforming into courage. "If I can't meet him, can I at least learn about my background from you?"

Her tone was firm but carried an inexplicable nervousness.

This tension made her voice sound dry.

Sebastian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he approached and held the glass to her lips. "Drink something first."

Scarlett turned away. "I want to know."

Seeing her refusal, Sebastian placed the glass on a nearby table. "Do you remember Wesley Seymour?"