Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 230

Michael took the case file, his expression calm as he opened it. Even after reading through everything, his face showed no change in emotion.

About fifteen minutes later, both men had roughly gone through the files in their hands.

They weren't criminal investigators, so their understanding of case files was limited. They just wanted to see from the official records what exactly had happened back then.

After finishing the file, both men raised their eyebrows slightly, then lowered their heads in contemplation.

"Done reading?"

Shawn asked, while Mark was organizing the scattered case files.

"Done." Sebastian nodded.

Michael remained silent. He'd only learned about Scarlett's background two days ago, though he'd always known she couldn't possibly be the Seymour family's illegitimate daughter.

After all, his mother had treated Scarlett well back then, even specifically asking him to take good care of her.

His mother valued loyalty and faithfulness above all else. If Scarlett had truly been an illegitimate daughter, she never would have shown such an attitude.

But he never imagined Scarlett would be Wesley's descendant.

And from these case files, could it be that his mother's death was also connected to this matter?

Michael had never told anyone that the reason he'd encountered that ambush was because he'd been sleeping in his mother's room that night.

His mother indeed didn't live at the Seymour Villa, but she would come to visit Grandfather during holidays, so she had a room there.

Michael had been resting in his mother's nearby guest room due to a headache, never expecting to encounter such an attack.

If his mother had been in that bed when facing three burly attackers, she would have had absolutely no chance to resist.

When those men realized they'd gotten the wrong person, they immediately left the room, which led to the Seymour family's tragedy that year.

The security guards killed all three men, but couldn't save his grandfather's life.

As for his mother, who had escaped that disaster, she died in Astoria a year later, and the cause of death was utterly ridiculous.

Now, knowing everything, Michael understood it had all started because of Scarlett.

Her identity had already been investigated by those people back then. They had come looking for her whereabouts.

After that incident, Scarlett was raised by David's family. Due to their inner resentment, they treated her with cold indifference, which inadvertently erased her existence.

Those people couldn't find Scarlett's whereabouts and had to give up.

And now, it seemed they'd discovered Scarlett's identity again.

He'd thought everything the Michael branch of the family faced was just natural disaster and human tragedy, but it turned out it was all simply because they'd taken in Scarlett.

Michael lowered his head, his mind unsettled, his fingers unconsciously rubbing together.

When he came back to his senses, the others' conversation was nearly over.

"I'll handle this matter. As for Shane's side, I think your plan is best." Shawn stood up, glancing at Shane as he spoke.

Feeling his gaze, Shane immediately said, "I'll definitely handle things properly this time."

He was actually usually reliable, but his constantly changing ideas were truly headache-inducing.

"Just send your secretary instead," Sebastian said bluntly.

Shane knew there was no hope of going himself and could only shrug helplessly. "Fine, I'll go to the Watson Manor tomorrow night."

The relationship between the Watson family and the Howard family remained lukewarm.

In fact, because Sebastian had been busy dealing with Scarlett's situation lately, the previously somewhat improved relationship between the two families seemed to be returning to freezing point.

And this trend was exactly what Sebastian needed.

He ruthlessly threw Shane to the Watson family, letting them serve as Shane's packaging. In James's eyes, this guy would just be the Watson family's ally.

Shane got up to see Shawn off, and the government official who'd come for the files left with them.

Only after the room contained just the two of them did Sebastian look at Michael, who had remained silent the entire time. His gaze wandered up and down before settling on Michael's rubbing fingers, his eyes darkening.

"What? Mike, you planning to give up?"

His tone was flat as he swirled the wine in his glass. Ice clinked against the sides, creating crisp sounds that carried lingering notes due to the liquid's movement.

Michael was stunned by the question.

After just a few seconds, he chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'm already thirty years old."

Sebastian didn't respond, just took a sip of wine.

"She's my sister, my only family. Giving up on her means giving up on family." Michael took a deep breath, raising his eyebrows as he spoke.

"But aren't you afraid your Howard family will follow the same path as my Seymour family?"

Shortly after finishing his previous statement, Michael looked at Sebastian and asked this question.

His eyes were deep yet bright.

Sebastian's tone remained flat. "I'm not a Seymour."

The wine in his glass was nearly gone, so Sebastian simply drained it.

The glass was set down lightly, and Sebastian's tone grew slightly colder, as if tainted by the ice-cold liquor.

"Besides, I already knew."

Hearing this, Michael was genuinely stunned. He grabbed the armrest beside him, his breathing becoming rapid.

This was one of his rare emotional outbursts.

"How did you know?"

"I was the one who brought your mother's body back." Sebastian's tone remained steady, but he unconsciously reached for the wine glass in front of him, only to realize it was empty.

"No need." He raised his hand to refuse Mark, who was about to get more wine, continuing naturally, "When we were taking your mother's body to the private airport, we encountered a group of desperados with explosives strapped to them."

"They had a clear target and came straight for us."

"Teddy was driving back then." Sebastian's mouth curved into a smile at this point, though there was no humor in his tone, which remained level. "Grandfather assigned him to me. Never thought he'd actually come in handy."

Michael gripped the edge of the armrest tightly. Though the corner had been smoothed, it still pressed painfully against his knuckles.

But he didn't let go, only asked urgently, "It was them!"

Sebastian shook his head. "They died on the spot. Don't know whose people they were. But no matter how you look at it, your mother's death didn't seem like an accident. After returning home, I investigated and found that your mother had a good relationship with Becky Seymour."

"But that's strange. Becky was a club owner. It's unlikely for a wealthy young lady to have a good relationship with someone like that."

"Plus, there's too little information about Becky. I could only find that she was the club owner and had good private relationships with your mother and Mrs. Myers."

Hearing this, Michael's emotions calmed down slightly. "Becky is Diana Seymour."

"Then why didn't Mrs. Myers..."

He was puzzled.

Sebastian wasn't surprised. "Her husband has a solid background. Those people wouldn't dare make a move."

At this point, Michael remembered that Tiffany's husband had been a senior researcher at the National Research Institute, later transitioning to become an entrepreneur with federal innovation funding support. His company focused on developing cutting-edge technology products.

With federal backing, even if those people had extensive influence, they couldn't touch the Myers family.

The same logic applied to the Howard family.

This was also why the Howard family and the Myers family had a good relationship.