Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 259

The sobbing accusation made Sebastian's face darken. He reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, sitting up straighter from his already upright position. His fingertips unconsciously gripped the blanket beneath him, the fabric wrinkled deeply from his grip, his voice cold and hard.

"Who's been filling your head with nonsense?"

His voice no longer held any trace of sleepiness, only suppressed anger like the frozen air before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

But such emotions had no effect on Scarlett whatsoever.

"It doesn't matter who said it!" Scarlett's sobs came through the receiver, fragmented and sharp. Her collapsed emotions infected Sebastian's ears, adding several degrees of heartbroken irritation to his brow.

He raised his hand to rub between his eyebrows, trying to ease his troubled mood.

Scarlett's accusations continued. "I'm just asking you—where is he? Sebastian, you promised you wouldn't hide things from me anymore..."

Sebastian fell silent.

Only the sound of the wall clock's hands moving remained in the bedroom.

He lowered his gaze, long lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes, concealing the complex emotions churning in their depths. His chest rose and fell violently with anger toward whoever was stirring up trouble behind the scenes, panic at being exposed, and the desperate hope to continue hiding the truth.

"Sebastian, say something."

Scarlett blew her nose with a tissue, her voice clearer but still heavy with congestion.

Sebastian closed his eyes and ultimately chose to confess.

"Letty, don't listen to others trying to cause trouble." His voice was hoarse. Though his tone softened somewhat, his underlying attitude remained stubborn. "Mike just needs to rest and recuperate for a while..."

"Rest and recuperate?" Scarlett didn't let him finish, laughing softly as if she'd heard the joke of the century, tinged with sorrow. "If it's just rest and recuperation, why did you need to hide it from me? Michael's phone is turned off now! Have you ever seen anyone who needs to turn off their phone while resting and recuperating?"

After this angry outburst, her voice became very low again. "Sebastian, you lied to me again."

Having anticipated such questioning, Sebastian didn't hesitate and spoke directly. "I didn't lie to you. Mike really did go to rest and recuperate. When he gets better, I'll take you to see him."

Scarlett keenly caught the key point. "Sick? What illness does Michael have?"

Sebastian's Adam's apple bobbed, but his answer turned into a sigh. "Mike doesn't want you to know."

Protecting his friend would inevitably earn Scarlett's distrust, but deep down, Sebastian truly didn't want Scarlett to face that cruel reality.

He knew very well that Scarlett regarded Michael as her only family member. If she learned that the only family member was currently obsessed with how to kill her, her mental state would probably collapse even further.

"Is it that Michael doesn't want me to know, or that you don't want me to know?" Sure enough, after Sebastian's statement, Scarlett immediately responded coldly with this question.

Sebastian's breathing suddenly stopped. After a brief pause, he breathed heavily, his voice dry and tight, the corners of his mouth helplessly curving into a bitter smile. "Letty, it's both."

Scarlett was stunned for a moment, then heard Sebastian's sigh through the receiver.

"Neither Mike nor I wants you to know about this."

The background noise faintly mixed in some tapping sounds—the sound of fingertips lightly tapping the phone's back cover.

"Letty, who told you about this?"

He asked, his tone gentle but carrying some pressure, yet seeming not to want to push too hard, his tone slightly relaxed.

Scarlett was still shocked by that answer of "both." Those tapping sounds seemed to fall on her heart, nervous yet carrying indescribable anger.

But with nowhere to vent her anger, Scarlett gripped her phone, her voice once again taking on a crying tone. "That's not right! Michael would never want to hide things from me!"

She was extremely angry but didn't know how to vent it.

She couldn't help but recall the Seymour family catastrophe from years ago.

Cries shook the sky, screams arose everywhere.

Having just returned from school, she went against the crowd, just wanting to find Michael. She heard people say Michael had been stabbed in the heart and spine, but before she'd taken a few steps, someone grabbed her by the back collar.

It was one of Michael's bodyguards. The black suit showed no bloodstains, but up close, her nostrils were filled with the smell of blood.

"Mr. Seymour is fine! Don't go in, come with me!"

She was scared senseless, being dragged away from the second courtyard.

It wasn't until three days later that she saw the unconscious Michael in the ICU.

Michael had lied to her...

As memories returned, Scarlett's lips trembled. "I'm not a child anymore. I should know everything, Sebastian. You should tell me!"

"Be good, Letty." Sebastian's tone had returned to calm, tinged with fatigue. "When the time is right, I'll tell you everything."

Realizing she couldn't possibly get an answer from Sebastian, Scarlett's eyes suddenly became profound. She lowered her eyelids, concealing the turbulence in their depths. "I understand."

Her compliance made Sebastian breathe a sigh of relief, his eyebrow tail lifting slightly with relieved relaxation. "Good girl. I'll come see you in a week, and maybe we can go visit Mike then."

Scarlett didn't respond, just silently hung up the phone.

She curled up on the sofa, phone cradled in her palms, thoughts surging like tides.

On Sebastian's end, after the call ended, he only closed his eyes to rest for a moment before dialing a number.

"Hello, Mr. Howard..." Mark, on the other end, was heavy with sleep, his speech unclear.

But Sebastian didn't care whether he was awake, his tone cold. "Check Scarlett's phone to see who's called her, and also ask the psychiatric hospital if anyone's been inquiring about Michael's situation."

The cold words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head in winter, ice shards sliding down his collar, continuously bringing stimulation and unavoidable chills.

Mark instantly woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and immediately climbing out of bed. "Yes, Mr. Howard. I'll investigate right away."

His abilities were outstanding—the investigation was complete in just one hour.

Disturbed by this matter and unable to sleep, Sebastian went to the wine area and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The strong liquor burning down his throat finally offset the irritation in his heart.

Teddy sent a reply at this moment, the message was brief and clear.

[I'll pay attention to Ms. Seymour's emotions.]

He refreshed the messages on his phone. Neither Libbie nor Marco had replied.

An hour later, Mark's call came through.

"Mr. Howard, before your call, a number had called Ms. Seymour. The phone card's carrier is a Westmont, Eldoria company."

Sebastian's fingers gripping the wine glass suddenly tightened, his fingertips turning pale from excessive force.

"Adeline Morgan?" The name was almost squeezed out through gritted teeth. Sebastian's face was dark, jaw clenched, veins bulging at his temples.

But Mark's report wasn't finished.

"Today and yesterday, people separately inquired about Mr. Seymour's situation. According to the investigation, they belong to different people. One person is employed by Ayana Lee, who is in the same nursing home as Ms. Morgan."

"At the same time, Ayana is also the granddaughter of Eldoria's rubber king. She was sent to the nursing home due to bipolar disorder."