Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 245

Seeing Marco handle the situation she'd been worrying about, Scarlett finally relaxed. She reached out to take the photograph from his hands, her fingertips brushing against the slightly thick texture of the photo paper.

"Your father took this."

Marco remembered Sebastian's instructions clearly, making sure to explain the photograph's origins.

But Scarlett remained composed, holding the photo with steady hands. Marco's words didn't seem to stir any emotion in her heart.

She almost wanted to laugh.

Though it was clearly an old photograph, it had been well-preserved—the people in it weren't distorted or blurred.

Scarlett gazed at it, her finger gently tracing over her mother's smiling eyes.

That look was unmistakably the way someone gazed at their beloved.

The thought that her mother had looked at David with such tender eyes made Scarlett feel irritated. How could such a worthless piece of trash have earned her mother's love?

Seeing her lack of reaction, Marco felt somewhat surprised.

"Aren't you curious about who your father is?"

He wasn't aware of what kind of identity Scarlett had carried in her childhood, so his tone was more curious than anything.

Scarlett looked at him with confusion. "Why would I be curious? I know who he is."

Marco was shocked. "You know?"

"Yeah." Scarlett couldn't understand why Marco seemed so surprised. Thinking he might not know about her identity, she kindly explained, "After my mother died, he brought me back to the Seymour Villa."

Marco frowned, even more shocked. "He could bring you back?"

Scarlett pressed her lips together, not responding.

But Marco continued, "No, Ms. Seymour, I think you've misunderstood. The father I'm talking about isn't your adoptive father."

This was the first time Scarlett had heard someone refer to David as her adoptive father.

She found it amusing internally, but a vague suspicion began forming. The amusement faded, replaced by complete seriousness and curiosity. "My... dad isn't David Seymour?"

Marco had heard of David Seymour, but his impression of the man was poor, so he immediately frowned and waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, no! Your father is Clinton Seymour."

"Clinton Seymour?" A name she'd never heard before rolled around in Scarlett's mouth as she repeated it.

Her hands trembled slightly, her fingers gripping the photograph tighter until it began to warp slightly. Looking down at it, she quickly loosened her grip, her breathing becoming rapid and tense from overwhelming emotion.

Libbie immediately walked over, gently patting and rubbing her back.

"Ms. Seymour, breathe. Come on, breathe in... and out..."

Her voice was soft and soothing, guiding Scarlett back to a steady breathing rhythm.

Scarlett gradually recovered. When she turned to look at Marco again, her eyes held shock mixed with tears, asking in disbelief, "My father—his name is Clinton Seymour? Not David Seymour?"

"Yes, Clinton Seymour is your father." Marco nodded, then shared all the information he'd just discovered. "He was a financial advisor who met your mother at a cocktail party."

"They never officially married because your mother had been using a false name."

"After they fell in love, Clinton learned about your mother's background but still chose to stay with her. Two years later, you were born. This photograph was taken when you were one year old."

Scarlett nodded, listening to all this, then suddenly asked, "What about him?"

The moment she asked this question, Scarlett already knew the answer in her heart.

After all, besides death, what else would make a father leave his wife and daughter?

Sure enough, after Scarlett asked this question, Marco's expression darkened. He sighed softly, "Three days after this photograph was taken, Clinton was found dead in his home—ruled a suicide."

"That's impossible."

Scarlett said immediately.

After saying it, she lowered her head.

This was naturally something everyone knew about.

Seeing her like this, Libbie felt even more heartbroken. She patted Scarlett's shoulder and sat beside her, her voice gentle. "It's okay. At least now you know his identity, right?"

Scarlett's eyes filled with tears as she nodded softly.

Marco's task today was simply to deliver this photograph. "This was taken from that man—the one who drugged you."

Scarlett wiped away her tears. "The people behind him—they're the same ones, aren't they?"

Her voice was steady, seemingly unaffected.

But Marco knew that when someone spoke in that tone, they truly had murder in their heart.

As a former member of the mafia, Marco was all too familiar with that kind of voice.

"Don't get involved in this. Jacob and I will handle it." Marco looked at her, his tone slightly low and warning. "Their target is you. If you show yourself, you'd be putting yourself directly in their crosshairs."

"I want to go upstairs and rest."

Whether Scarlett had actually listened, Marco didn't know. He only knew that Scarlett was deeply hurt.

Libbie escorted Scarlett upstairs—having just learned about this, she needed comfort right now.

Teddy had been standing nearby the whole time. He watched Scarlett go upstairs, then turned his gaze to Marco, who was currently drinking tea.

"This was Mr. Howard's idea?"

Teddy was somewhat puzzled.

He'd followed Sebastian for so long and knew very clearly how much the man cared about Scarlett.

Even if everything Marco had just said was true, would Sebastian really agree to tell Scarlett about this?

Teddy had a feeling Marco had acted on his own initiative.

Marco paused in his tea-drinking, glanced at the questioning Teddy, then continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

Seeing his non-response, Teddy understood—today's events were indeed Marco's unauthorized decision. His expression immediately darkened as he walked over and slammed his palm on the table.

"Do you know what consequences this could have?"

Teddy's confrontation successfully made Marco look up. When those light amber eyes met his, Teddy's heart trembled.

He instinctively pulled his hand back, but feeling this damaged his dignity, he could only clear his throat and sit on a nearby sofa. His tone softened slightly but still carried displeasure.

"Ms. Seymour's emotional state is already unstable. You're telling her things like this—aren't you afraid Mr. Howard will be angry with you?"

This kind of threat was probably the only thing that could make Marco start explaining.

"Say nothing and just keep hiding it from her?" Marco chuckled lightly, his expression contemptuous as he glanced sideways at Teddy. "She's not some delicate flower. Protecting her like this will only cause problems eventually."

Teddy pressed his lips together. Though he didn't approve of Marco's unauthorized actions, he had to admit the man had a point.

Blindly sheltering someone wouldn't provide better protection—it would only create unwanted complications.

"She's already an adult. She should know about things like this—this is about her father. Are we supposed to keep hiding it from her?" Marco spread his hands, his tone helpless. "I'm doing this for her own good."

Seeing him like this, Teddy frowned slightly. "I'm going to tell Mr. Howard about this."