Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 247

Scarlett's rebuttal instantly made Libbie stop talking. Her gaze slowly lifted from the hot tea, finally settling on Scarlett's downcast features.

"Ms. Seymour, you're not blaming Mr. Howard?" she asked tentatively, her eyes searching Scarlett's face as if looking for evidence to support her words.

But Scarlett's expression remained calm, showing no outward emotion. If anything had to be noted, it was the brief closing and reopening of her eyes that revealed her inner turmoil.

However, this restlessness didn't indicate much.

Libbie couldn't tell what was causing this unease, especially since there were now two events significant enough to affect Scarlett's emotions.

First, the news of her father's death. Second, Sebastian's concealment.

Unable to see through it, Libbie could only wait for Scarlett to continue.

But Scarlett remained silent, her eyes staring blankly ahead, seemingly lost in thought or perhaps contemplating something.

"Ms. Seymour?"

Libbie called out tentatively.

Scarlett blinked but still didn't speak.

In her mind, she kept connecting all the information she now knew.

Benjamin had lost his parents and the basic right to use his real name because of the inheritance Wesley left behind. From his teens onward, he could only use aliases to show himself to the world.

All of this was to avoid harm from those relentless pursuers.

And Lumaria, which he'd thought was safe, seemed to have been infiltrated by certain forces as well.

Scarlett couldn't be certain whether her father had died at the hands of those people, but she was sure he would never have committed suicide. This had to be murder.

If that was the case, had her mother's death really been from illness?

The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, and gradually she began to understand why Sebastian had wanted to keep this hidden.

With those people's methods, they absolutely wouldn't spare her.

But she couldn't help being curious. Looking at the photograph in her hands, the Lumarian man who had called out her name while holding this photo must have been one of them.

Since they already knew her identity, why hadn't they made any moves?

Puzzled, Scarlett looked at Libbie, who was standing nearby, and asked out of nowhere, "How many people has Sebastian stationed around this house?"

Libbie froze, showing some hesitation.

She knew Scarlett disliked excessive protection, so she couldn't help hesitating before answering this question.

"Don't hide it from me. I won't get angry or throw a tantrum with him."

Understanding what was causing Libbie's hesitation, Scarlett quickly made this promise.

"Mr. Howard has ten people, Mr. Russo has five, and as for Mr. Wright's people, it's still Mr. Brown's team, but they're on the outer perimeter."

Libbie still hesitated but decided to tell the truth. However, after saying this, she quickly added, "Mr. Howard's arrangements are for your own good. You must know that the current situation isn't good—one careless move and someone could exploit it."

Scarlett nodded. "I know."

Her parents' deaths were most likely murder, and whoever orchestrated it was probably the same group that had been hunting Benjamin.

The Lumarian man who appeared with the photograph was clearly their scout.

Her identity had obviously been exposed, making Sebastian's excessive protection undoubtedly the right choice.

Hearing this, Libbie's eyes instantly became moist. She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, her voice choking slightly. "It's good that Ms. Seymour understands Mr. Howard's intentions. Even though you're thousands of miles apart, he still asks about your condition every day."

At these words, Scarlett's grip on the photograph tightened slightly. Then she let out a gentle sigh, her tone softening somewhat. "I know."

She had always known about Sebastian's efforts, but she'd never understood why he did it—whether such strict security was protection or shackles.

Now, whether analyzing Benjamin's information, Marco's revelations, or the strange Lumarian man with the photograph, those shadowy figures had clearly targeted her long ago.

Sebastian's consistently strict security measures were nothing but thorough protection.

Scarlett wasn't an ungrateful fool. Since his purpose was to protect her, her attitude toward him should change accordingly.

Libbie went downstairs a few minutes later.

The movement caught Marco and Teddy's attention.

Both men were somewhat hungry and didn't know how long Libbie would be upstairs comforting Scarlett. So when they heard movement, they were standing by the counter near the kitchen, making cereal with milk.

"Where's Ms. Seymour?"

Seeing Libbie, Teddy asked first, his gaze also looking toward the upstairs.

"Ms. Seymour is upstairs. She's figured things out." Libbie's face showed an irrepressible smile. She beamed, and when her gaze fell on Marco, her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Mr. Russo was right—some things are better not hidden."

Though the comment seemed random, Teddy understood.

He immediately looked at Marco, his eyes full of amazement. "Just because of that incident?"

As Scarlett's personal bodyguard, Teddy had long noticed her rejection of him and the others. But now, Libbie was saying Scarlett had come around.

Marco, the instigator, hadn't expected this outcome either. He was slightly surprised but quickly regained his composure, showing the calm confidence of someone who'd seen it coming.

"I said from the beginning—she's an adult. She should know about certain things."

Libbie cheerfully took an apron from a nearby shelf, her gaze sweeping over their cereal bowls. "I'll start cooking right away."

Both men nodded but didn't abandon their milk and cereal.

For them, it was just a small snack to tide them over.

After finishing his cereal, Teddy went upstairs, carrying a fruit plate Libbie had prepared for Scarlett.

After a brief knock, came Scarlett's deliberately raised voice.

"Come in!"

Teddy pushed the door open to find Scarlett sitting on a floor cushion by the coffee table, leaning against a bean bag chair.

"Ms. Seymour, dinner will need a bit more time."

Teddy placed the fruit plate next to the hot tea that was one-third finished.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the book in front of Scarlett before he continued, "I'll be at the door. Please call me directly if you need anything."

He'd been saying this phrase frequently lately.

But Scarlett almost never called for him, often simply ignoring him entirely.

Teddy expected this time to be the same and was about to leave after setting down the fruit plate.

"Mr. Parker."

But she called him back.

He turned, looking down to meet Scarlett's eyes—bright, innocent, and lively.

But her question was anything but innocent or lively. Instead, it carried an intensity that rivaled Sebastian's. "The Lumarian man who found me with the photograph—do you have any leads on him?"