Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 244

In the rugged, rough-hewn world of Eldoria back in those Lumaria days, Wesley's beauty was absolutely breathtaking.

Benjamin sometimes wondered if his father had only agreed to help Wesley protect his inheritance because he simply couldn't refuse that face.

This situation ultimately became the tragic beginning of the Cooper family's story.

Benjamin was already in his fifties this year.

In foreign societies that embraced free childbearing, generally speaking, by the age of fifty-something, one would likely have grandchildren or even great-grandchildren.

But Benjamin didn't even have a wife.

"Just because I look like him?" Scarlett was surprised for a moment, not expecting the way he'd identified her to be so simple.

Benjamin found it perfectly natural.

"Isn't that enough to prove your relationship with Mr. Seymour? Besides, you're also a Seymour."

Scarlett was about to argue the first point, but when she heard the last sentence, she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Mr. Cooper, in Lumaria, there are over ten million people with the surname Seymour. The surname alone could never support your theory."

Benjamin was naturally aware of Lumaria's surname situation. He chuckled good-naturedly and continued, "But that's all I had to go on. However, what really confirmed it for me was Mr. Howard."

Mr. Howard?

The only Howard who could be mentioned at this moment would have to be Sebastian.

Scarlett was slightly stunned. "Sebastian? What about him?"

She had no idea that he and Sebastian had met face to face. Hearing Benjamin mention Sebastian now left her momentarily unable to keep up.

"I came to visit you when you were first admitted to the hospital." Benjamin had finally managed to contact Scarlett, so naturally, he wasn't about to hide anything. He said whatever came to mind.

Scarlett was startled, not expecting that Benjamin had been paying attention to her so early on.

But she was curious about how he'd learned of her existence, so before he could begin describing that day's situation, she spoke first. "But how did you even know about me?"

She had indeed attracted some attention at the hotel front desk, but she remembered very clearly that there hadn't been a red-haired Benjamin among them.

Red hair was far too conspicuous in a crowd, so Scarlett was certain that there hadn't been any red-haired man present at that scene.

If that was the case, then Benjamin must have learned of her existence from someone else.

The thought that somewhere unknown, someone else was paying attention to her made Scarlett feel somewhat creeped out.

Fortunately, Benjamin's explanation came immediately, instantly dispelling Scarlett's discomfort.

"It was my friend, Kevin."

Benjamin's tone was steady, his lips curved in a slight smile. Clearly, he was happy that Kevin had provided this lead.

"I don't know if you remember, but when you came downstairs, you brushed past a blonde man."

With this reminder, Scarlett recalled the hurried foreign man she'd encountered in the hotel corridor. He had indeed looked at her, but Scarlett had been too nervous at the time to notice this fact.

"He's been a good friend of mine for many years. He knows I've been searching for Mr. Seymour's descendants, so after he returned, he immediately told me about your whereabouts."

Scarlett nodded lightly without responding.

After this brief interlude, Benjamin smoothly steered the conversation back to the original topic.

"At the time, Mr. Howard kept refusing to let me meet with you. I understood his concerns, and it was precisely because of his attitude that I confirmed you were indeed Mr. Seymour's descendant."

Hearing this, Scarlett frowned slightly. From Benjamin's account, it seemed the other party had known about her background all along but had been keeping it secret.

If she hadn't accidentally overheard Benjamin's argument with Finn that day, she probably would still be kept in the dark even now.

And her true background might never have been revealed to her.

Although she understood that Sebastian had done this for protective reasons, being completely kept in the dark like this made Scarlett feel irritated.

Benjamin didn't know what Scarlett was thinking. His mood was relaxed at the moment, simply because he'd finally settled a matter that had been weighing on his mind.

His voice was more relaxed than ever before.

"Being able to tell you about your background puts my mind at ease. Although you can't completely reclaim your family's belongings, knowing the truth is still good for you."

"Ms. Seymour, I truly hope that someday I can take you to the bank, withdraw all of Mr. Seymour's inheritance, and let you formally inherit it."

This was naturally a beautiful hope.

Whether it was Benjamin saying these words or Scarlett hearing them, both hoped this statement could come true.

After hanging up the phone, Scarlett collapsed onto her bed, her expression melancholy.

The information she'd heard from Benjamin wasn't particularly special—almost everything had been things she'd heard from Sebastian.

Sebastian truly hadn't lied to her, but his deliberate concealment made Scarlett somewhat angry.

Just as she was hugging a pillow on the bed and starting to roll around, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Scarlett immediately stopped her movements, and then Libbie's voice came from the doorway.

"Ms. Seymour, Mr. Russo is here."

A few minutes later, Scarlett came downstairs and saw Marco in the living room.

"Letty!"

Marco was still enthusiastic when facing Scarlett. When he saw her arrive, he first stood up and walked over, then gave her a light embrace and air kisses.

Although she'd been in Vesperia for such a long time, Scarlett still felt somewhat physically stiff when performing the greeting ritual.

After all, even though she'd been here for almost two months, aside from greeting Marco, Scarlett had no use for air kisses at all.

"Mr. Russo."

Scarlett smiled and followed him to sit on the sofa.

Marco hadn't brought many people with him today—only one person followed behind him.

This scene was somewhat unusual, considering he usually brought at least two people when going out.

"I'm here to mooch a meal today, and also to bring you something." Marco wasn't like Lumaria people who would deliberate and be subtle before speaking, or even deliberately embellish the purpose of their visit.

His straightforward admission that Scarlett was just his backup plan actually made Scarlett breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Marco treated Scarlett well, she wasn't very familiar with him, and given his relationship with Sebastian, if he'd really come specifically for her, it would probably be another big deal.

Marco handed Scarlett a photograph.

Caught off guard, Scarlett had just focused her gaze on it when she froze.

This photograph was exactly the one she'd touched before being drugged.

While it was perfectly normal for Scarlett to have been unclear about things at the time, now that she'd come to her senses, she understood very clearly how she'd passed out that day.

Therefore, when she saw this photograph, Scarlett didn't take it. After just one glance, she looked at Marco with confusion.

"It's been treated. There's no residual medication on it," Marco explained.