Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 251

Unlike Dominic's booming voice laced with fury, Chris's expression remained completely calm, without a trace of anger.

Shawn pulled his gaze away from Chris and looked down at Dominic, who was sitting in the living room below, his face dark as a storm cloud.

Fastening the strap on his watch with practiced ease, Shawn descended the stairs slowly and walked to the dining table. He picked up his glass of milk and took a sip. "Dad, what did Chris ask you about?"

Dominic was still seething with rage. When his eldest son's question reached him, his tone came out harsh and brittle, tinged with irritation. "He asked me about Clinton Seymour!"

The moment Dominic blurted out the name, Shawn raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't respond, but it was clear he'd absorbed every word.

As the older brother who'd raised Chris, he knew his younger brother wouldn't investigate Clinton without good reason—even if the man had once been their father's close friend. The only person who could motivate Chris to take action was Scarlett. From the current situation, it seemed she'd already learned the truth about her parentage.

Shawn's eyes darkened. So Sebastian hadn't kept it from her after all. It looked like he was one step behind again.

While Shawn was lost in his thoughts, Dominic's furious voice erupted once more.

"Shawn, you must know about this. Under no circumstances can he be allowed to investigate this matter. Otherwise, he'll end up like those people from the east side of the city!"

Dominic drained his coffee in one gulp, then stood and approached Shawn. Having stayed up all night, his eyes were shot through with red veins, and he deliberately widened them, making him look even more unhinged.

Shawn's gaze lingered on those bloodshot eyes for a moment before he calmly lowered his head, blowing gently on his warm milk. Even his voice remained perfectly level.

"I'll handle this appropriately. Shane's still in the country—I'll arrange for you two to meet."

"No way!"

The moment Dominic heard his second son's name, he immediately waved his hand dismissively, his face contorting with unmistakable irritation and disgust.

Watching his expression, Shawn smiled gently. "You two haven't seen each other in years. Whatever misunderstanding there is should be cleared up by now."

"What misunderstanding?" Dominic's brow furrowed as he pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table. "You know what he did back then..."

"Foreign territories are complicated. If Shane hadn't acted that way, how could he have carved out a place for himself in those circles?" Shawn cut his father off directly.

Dominic found himself speechless at this reasoning, though his face still showed clear resistance.

"Dad, fathers and sons don't hold grudges forever. Shane's been transitioning his business lately—you should go talk to him." Shawn's tone remained flat. "As for Chris, whom you're worried about, I'll have someone keep an eye on him."

Shawn's voice was so devoid of warmth that it barely qualified as conversation. Dominic naturally understood what his son meant, and for a moment didn't dare refuse again. He could only manage a dry "Got it."

Shawn smiled warmly. "You stayed up all night. I'll have Shane come to the house tonight—it's time we had a proper family dinner."

Dominic just nodded, any thought of refusal completely absent.

...

The third floor of Wright Manor.

Since it was around one or two in the morning in Vesperia, Chris could only send the information he'd just obtained to Scarlett via text message.

Just as Dominic had predicted, he had no intention of backing down.

After sending the message to Scarlett, Chris lay on his bed and began searching for suitable private investigators with decent credentials. As the son of a wealthy family, he naturally didn't need to handle such matters personally.

Just as Chris was negotiating fees with a private investigator he'd found, someone knocked on his bedroom door from outside.

Chris turned his head toward the door and blinked. "Come in."

He rolled over and got up, locking his phone screen and sliding it under his pillow before walking to the small sitting area.

The door opened, and Shawn walked in.

Chris had already guessed it would be him, so when he saw his brother enter, he smiled slightly. "Shawn, what's up?"

"I heard you're investigating Clinton Seymour?"

Shawn glanced at his watch and got straight to the point.

Chris maintained his position, only moving his eyes to look over. "Not allowed?"

"I'm not like Dad." Shawn shook his head, sitting down across from his younger brother. He interlaced his fingers and rested them in front of him. "If you want to investigate, go ahead."

Hearing this, Chris breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Got it, thanks."

"However, this matter is indeed tricky. I'll give you some people—let them handle whatever you need to investigate. Don't contact that private investigator anymore." Shawn's face carried a smile as he glanced toward where Chris had hidden his phone.

Following his gaze, Chris felt a shock in his heart. "Nothing really escapes your notice, does it?"

Shawn ignored the flattery and stood to leave. "Come home for dinner tonight. Shane's coming back."

The moment he heard Shane's name, Chris's face fell instantly. "I don't want to eat dinner with that traitor."

What this statement implied wasn't hard to guess.

Shawn paused and offered reassurance: "Don't worry, I've already dealt with him."

"That's better than." Chris felt slightly comforted.

With work hours approaching, Shawn didn't linger long in Chris's room and left quickly.

Chris immediately dove for the pillow where he'd hidden his phone.

Several messages had already appeared on his screen—besides the one from the private investigator, there were also messages from Scarlett.

Seeing the lit-up profile picture, Chris paused. "She's still awake?"

Just as Chris suspected, Scarlett indeed hadn't slept.

Ever since asking Chris to investigate this matter yesterday, Scarlett had felt constantly restless, always worried that something might happen to him. Her sleep had been light as a result—the slightest sound would wake her immediately.

She'd seen Chris's message the moment it arrived.

However, the message he'd sent didn't contain much useful information. She could only confirm that Clinton was indeed her father and that his death wasn't suicide. Beyond that, the rest was information Scarlett already possessed.

Scarlett replied with a thank you and a worried emoji, then fell somewhat silent.

She was hesitating about whether to have him continue the investigation. If everything was as she suspected, those people might very well target Chris.

Chris took a long time to reply, and when he did, his excitement was clearly visible in his message.

[Sylvia has new information!]

Scarlett was still wondering how this matter had gotten tangled up with Sylvia when a call notification popped up at the bottom of her screen.

It was a three-way call.

The moment she answered, she heard Sylvia's voice from the other end.

"Scarlett!" Sylvia sounded extremely excited, her voice becoming unnaturally shrill.

In the quiet of the deep night, this voice sounded somewhat bone-chilling. Scarlett immediately turned down the volume.

"Sylvia, it's been a while." She smiled as she greeted her.

Chris's voice cut in at that moment: "Skip the pleasantries and get to the point!"

Sylvia made a couple of acknowledging sounds before stating her purpose. "I heard from Chris that you're investigating Clinton Seymour? I know some inside information." Her voice suddenly dropped lower. "I learned it from my mother."