Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 220

Scarlett remained silent, not immediately answering Sebastian's question.

She lowered her head, mentally reviewing everything Sebastian had just revealed.

Sebastian, seeing her deep in thought, didn't disturb her. He simply held her hand, absently pinching the fleshy part between her thumb and forefinger.

Eventually, his fidgeting annoyed Scarlett enough to earn him a glare. She slipped off his knee and moved to sit on another sofa.

Neither spoke for a while.

Scarlett felt conflicted. She had finally learned about her background, yet couldn't reveal this knowledge or even acknowledge her true identity.

But then she remembered something important.

Though her trust in Sebastian remained limited, he was certainly useful. She cleared her throat and described what had happened before her hospitalization.

"A Lumarian man stopped me, holding a photograph of me as a child with my mother. He called me by my name—my real name."

Sebastian had already heard about the incident from Shane's report, but knew nothing about any photograph.

His eyes narrowed. "A photograph?"

Scarlett nodded. "Yes. You didn't know?"

Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyebrow twitching slightly. Recalling Shane's report, he felt a flicker of dark amusement. "I know now."

He understood why Scarlett had brought this up.

Her social circle was small and uncomplicated. How could she just happen to encounter a Lumarian man outside a hotel in a foreign country who knew her name?

Absurd.

Sebastian's eyes darkened as thoughts churned in his mind, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.

Scarlett's gaze lingered briefly on his fidgeting fingers before casually looking away, pretending not to notice.

"I'll have my uncle look into this."

Shane had clearly withheld information, so Sebastian couldn't entrust this to him again.

But Scarlett hardly cared about his promise. She merely gave a soft acknowledgment and said nothing more.

Sebastian needed to return home that evening, so his remaining time was limited.

He stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. "I need to go out. I'll return this afternoon. After that, you should focus on taking care of yourself and the baby."

"I'm not keeping it," Scarlett said calmly, her single sentence shattering Sebastian's tenderness.

Sebastian turned to look at her, just silently watching.

Scarlett didn't meet his gaze, focusing instead on her fingers.

The room fell silent until Sebastian finally broke it.

"No problem. I'll speak with the doctor."

Scarlett shifted her gaze from her fingers to the coffee table in front of her, still avoiding looking at Sebastian.

Her outstretched fingers trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, feeling no joy, only a dull heaviness and frustration that her most fundamental need remained unmet.

She pressed her lips together, raising an eyebrow slightly, her voice trembling. "Fine."

But Sebastian didn't respond. Almost simultaneously with her answer, she heard the door open and then close.

He had simply walked out.

Scarlett exhaled, burying her face in her hands, her heart racing.

In the hallway, Finn saw Sebastian emerge and immediately greeted him. "Mr. Howard."

Sebastian's mood seemed poor, his brow heavy over his eyes. He merely glanced at Finn before departing with two Seraphim men.

"So they really were fighting?" Finn whispered to his colleague once Sebastian was out of earshot.

"That's marriage for you," his colleague chuckled, patting Finn's shoulder.

Finn gave him a sidelong glance. "Mr. Howard and Ms. Seymour aren't married, are they?"

"And they're already like this?" The colleague clicked his tongue in surprise.

They thought their conversation was private, unaware that one of Marco's subordinates in the security team was watching them.

This subordinate was fluent in both English and Vesperian, which had helped him establish his position in Finn's security team.

He observed their conversation but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had entered the elevator.

Though his expression remained neutral, the oppressive aura surrounding him was impossible to ignore.

Inside the elevator, the two Seraphim men exchanged glances.

One silently urged the other to ask Sebastian about their destination, but his colleague frowned and shook his head slightly, clearly unwilling to risk it.

After reaching the underground parking garage, as they approached the car, one of them finally worked up the courage to ask, "Mr. Howard, where are we going?"

"Hotel Caelstra."

Sebastian's tone was even, as if he were simply visiting a friend.

Hearing this, the man didn't question further. Seeing the car just ahead, he hurried forward to open the door for Sebastian.

The black stretch Lincoln slowly exited the hospital's underground garage.

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Hotel Caelstra.

After ringing the doorbell, the Seraphim men stepped aside, leaving the space directly in front of the door for Sebastian.

Dressed entirely in black, Sebastian stood tall with a black scarf around his neck. Despite the hallway's heating, the cold weather necessitated such attire. In the warm light spilling from the partially open hotel room doors, his rigid silhouette resembled a piece of ice-cold ebony.

His gaze remained lowered, fixed on the sliver of light between the doors.

Soon, a shadow blocked the light.

Sebastian raised his head slightly, his eyes settling on the handle between the double doors.

The sound of the lock turning.

The double doors opened from the center, pulled inward to reveal a bright, distinctly mixed-race face.

A woman in a maid's uniform, startled to see Sebastian, quickly pulled the doors fully open. "Good day, Mr. Howard."

Sebastian didn't respond, simply stepping inside.

The two Seraphim men followed closely.

Though not their first visit, they couldn't help but glance around the customized private suite.

Sebastian unwound the scarf from his neck. Now inside the warmer room, such cumbersome accessories were unnecessary.

Both the scarf and his overcoat ended up in the maid's hands.

"Where is your boss?"

This was Sebastian's first utterance since arriving.

The maid, arms full of the high-quality winter wear, felt sweat forming on her palms. Not daring to wipe it on the guest's clothing, she could only clench her fists.

Hearing the guest's question, she quickly gestured toward the study down the hall.

"My boss is currently in the study. Would you like me to—"

Before she could finish, the cold-faced visitor was already walking toward the study.

"Mr.—"

The study wasn't a place guests could simply enter uninvited.

The maid immediately moved to stop him, only to find her path blocked by the two Seraphim bodyguards.

"Step back."

Their tone was frigid, their English accented but their intimidating presence unmistakable.