Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 252

Sylvia's mysterious tone had both Scarlett and Chris completely hooked.

Chris, being slightly more composed, didn't ask questions right away—he just listened quietly.

Scarlett couldn't hold back as much. The second Sylvia finished speaking, she immediately asked, "What is it?"

"His cause of death." Sylvia deliberately lowered her voice, cupping her hand over the phone. Though quieter, her words came through even clearer. "My mom always said he died because he was too flashy. If it wasn't for him, Ms. Seymour wouldn't have died either."

When she mentioned Ms. Seymour, her tone carried notes of admiration and respect.

Scarlett figured this Ms. Seymour had to be Diana—her mother.

But based on what Chris had said before, Diana and Clinton were deeply in love, and Clinton worked in finance, so he shouldn't have been someone overly flashy, right?

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Chris's voice came through the receiver.

Just as Scarlett had expected, Chris angrily shot down Sylvia's claim.

"That's ridiculous! Clinton wasn't like that at all! He kept a low profile, never made a show of anything." Chris's voice carried obvious anger and pain. "Besides, if he really was like you're saying, why would Becky Seymour have died two years later?"

Chris didn't know Scarlett's mother's real name—Becky Seymour was the only name he'd been able to dig up so far.

His question completely stumped Sylvia.

She frantically searched through her memories of stories her mother had told, but still couldn't counter Chris's point.

After Chris finished speaking, he paused, his tone heavy. "He must have done everything possible to delay Becky's death by those two years."

Though Chris didn't know the full story, he could piece together bits from Dominic's scattered comments.

If everything really was like Sylvia claimed, then Becky would have died around the same time, not two years after Clinton's death.

But Sylvia just scoffed. "It was clearly my mom protecting Ms. Seymour the whole time. They were best friends—they even started a band together back in the day!"

Both Scarlett and Chris knew about Tiffany's band history, but they'd never imagined Diana was involved too.

Hearing this, they both froze for a moment.

"My mom was in a band?" Scarlett was genuinely shocked. She'd assumed her mother, living under a hidden identity, would have led a pretty tight financial life. She never expected this kind of free-spirited side.

She couldn't help thinking of her mother's early photos—almost all simple, innocent snapshots with no trace of any band.

"Her identity was special, so she always worked behind the scenes on songwriting." Sylvia's tone grew even more respectful, and she let out an almost obsessive whisper. "If Ms. Seymour were still alive, imagine all the heavenly songs I could be listening to!"

Scarlett didn't respond. She frowned slightly. "Then why did she end up at the club later?"

The fact that her mother came from a club background had always affected Scarlett, becoming a source for others to mock her at will.

"The band made money, so of course they had to invest it," Sylvia said this like it was obvious. She caught the carefulness and sensitivity in Scarlett's voice and chuckled softly. "Ms. Seymour was an investor in The Heptagon Club, not some hostess."

This was the first time Scarlett had ever heard someone defend her mother's reputation. Her eyes welled up, and tears she couldn't control began to fall.

She cried silently while the two people on the other end had no idea her emotions were already running high.

"What exactly has the Seymour family been feeding you all these years?" Sylvia muttered with dissatisfaction.

From start to finish, the Seymour family's introduction of Scarlett to outsiders consisted of just one phrase: illegitimate daughter. As for her mother's work, that was only mentioned within the Seymour family and basically just used for humiliation.

It wasn't until about a year ago, when Edith caused that scene at the Howard Group, that Diana was completely nailed to the pillar of shame as a hostess.

But even then, such rumors weren't widely spread.

Scarlett had never felt such an urgent desire to confront David and his crew.

Meanwhile, the conversation between the other two continued through the receiver.

"She was an investor? Isn't The Heptagon Club a Howard family property?" Chris frowned, finally finding a flaw in Sylvia's story.

Sylvia couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Chris, did you actually investigate or not? Didn't you look at The Heptagon Club's equity transactions?"

"I—of course I investigated!" Chris sounded a bit guilty.

He'd just gotten Shawn's people and hadn't had time to direct them when Sylvia called. Somehow, she'd found out he was investigating Clinton and insisted on helping him out.

"If you investigated, how could you ask such a question?" Sylvia clicked her tongue with frustrated impatience, speaking rapidly. "The Heptagon Club's major stake was originally in Ms. Seymour's hands, and one month before she died, that equity was transferred to the Seymour family."

Scarlett hadn't expected the Seymour family to be involved and froze for a moment. Just as she was about to ask, Sylvia kept talking. "But ten years ago—the same year Michael had his accident—that equity ended up in the Howard family's hands. As for why, I don't know."

This news left both Scarlett and Chris stunned.

Scarlett took a deep breath, making sure her voice was steady before speaking. "Does that mean my mom used that equity to entrust me to the Seymour family?"

The guess came suddenly, but it made Scarlett's heart race.

If that was true, then the Seymour family's treatment of her all these years was completely built on elaborate lies!

They'd been clutching the "guardianship bargaining chip" her mother had paid for with The Heptagon Club equity, enjoying resources that never belonged to the Seymour family, while simultaneously using the stigma of "illegitimate child" to nail her to a pillar of shame, making her live cautiously under others' judgment.

Scarlett's fingertips went cold. She suddenly remembered being protected by Michael as a child, the candy he'd secretly pressed into her palm, and his protective words: "Scar-Bear is not some illegitimate child."

She'd thought it was just Michael being kind, but it turned out to be the truth.

After Michael's accident, even that small kindness completely disappeared. She was sent to her "father," enduring beatings and humiliation from his wife, completely reduced to someone barely surviving.

However, the seemingly all-knowing Sylvia hit a blind spot here. "I don't know about that either. It seems like Ms. Seymour did this quietly. The equity changes can still be traced, but the story behind it is pretty difficult to dig up."

"The equity changed ten years ago—could it be that the Howard family and Seymour family made some kind of deal?" Chris's speculation came at just the right time.

"I'll go ask them." Scarlett's tone was calm.

Obviously, only she could ask about this, so for the moment neither Sylvia nor Chris jumped to take on the task.

"Even though I don't know the reason behind the equity transaction, I do know that among the people who went after Clinton back then, there was someone called Neville from the Norvayne Confederacy."