Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 268

Sebastian had been ridiculously busy lately—it'd been a solid two weeks since he'd last come to the Howard Manor.

Normally, he would've visited at least once a week.

And back when Scarlett was staying here, he'd shown up practically every day.

So Sebastian genuinely hadn't thought about George during this stretch, which was why George asked him that when they met.

Sebastian knew he'd been neglectful. He bowed his head slightly in apology.

"I've been swamped lately. Lost track of time."

George wasn't really trying to hold it against his grandson. He set down his teacup, his gaze lingering briefly on the rosewood box in Sebastian's hand. "What's that?"

"From Mr. Myers."

Sebastian walked over with the box and sat down beside George, with only a tall square tea table between them. He casually set the rosewood box on the table.

George looked puzzled. "Documents? Why's he giving me stuff out of the blue?"

Even as he said it, his hand was already reaching for the rosewood box.

But Sebastian stopped him.

"Grandfather, before you look at this, I need you to hear me out about something," Sebastian spoke earnestly, even using formal address—rare for him.

Sensing this wasn't simple, George dropped his casual demeanor and looked seriously at his grandson. "Alright. Go ahead."

"Do you know someone named Wesley Seymour?"

Sebastian cut straight to the chase, his eyes locked on George's face, watching for even the slightest microexpression.

George frowned the instant he heard the name, then quickly smoothed his expression. "I do."

His tone carried a hint of melancholy, but immediately after, he looked at Sebastian with a grave expression, his voice dropping low.

"Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

"Someone recently tracked down his descendant."

George's breath caught sharply. His hand on the nanmu wood armrest tightened slightly, then slowly relaxed after a long moment. "Descendant..."

He exhaled, his expression somewhere between nostalgic and sorrowful.

"That's... that's rare indeed."

George shook his head, emotions clearly tangled—his face caught between a smile and tears, impossible to read what he was actually feeling.

His gaze fell on the box. "Is this information about that descendant?"

Sebastian nodded without hiding it.

He gently lifted his hand from the box, propping his elbow to the side. "Before you open this box, I need to come clean with you about something."

George had been about to open the box when he heard that. His hand froze mid-reach.

His gaze landed on Sebastian as he watched him stand, then slowly walk in front of him, and finally drop straight to his knees.

The gesture caught George completely off guard, but he didn't stop him. Instead, his eyes turned cold. "What the hell requires you to kneel?"

Sebastian's tone was calm. "You're going to be a great-grandfather."

George's pupils contracted sharply. In his cloudy eyes, a storm instantly erupted. He shot to his feet, staring hard at Sebastian kneeling before him, his voice trembling with shock. "You... what did you say?"

Sebastian kept his back straight, his tone still calm. "You're going to have a great-grandchild."

After a long moment, George slowly sat back down, gripping the tea table for support.

His fingers traced the patterns carved into the armrest. His voice was dry and tight, but he forgot to drink water, only swallowing repeatedly to ease the dryness in his mouth.

"Who's the child's mother?"

"Scarlett Seymour."

Sebastian spoke, then lifted his head to meet George's shocked gaze.

"Who?"

George seemed suddenly hard of hearing, his voice trembling as he asked.

"Scarlett Seymour." Sebastian repeated patiently, even adding, "The Seymour family daughter we took in."

George nearly fainted on the spot. Fortunately, he was sturdy. He raised his hand, pointing shakily at Sebastian. "You! You unfilial wretch!"

As he spoke, he immediately stood, looking around.

The commotion quickly caught the attention of the security detail stationed outside.

They all rushed in.

The moment they entered, they saw George raise his rarely-used cane high and bring it down hard on Sebastian's shoulder!

"Mr. George Howard!"

George's movements were too violent—everyone worried he'd throw out his back. They cried out and hurried to restrain him.

"You! All of you—beat him for me!"

George was held back, but still didn't feel satisfied. He pointed at Sebastian, barking orders.

But the security guards actually had decent relationships with Sebastian, especially Liam, holding the cane. Hearing this, they all looked at each other—not a single one made a move.

"You won't do it?" George's face flushed with anger. He shoved away the people restraining him and reached to snatch the cane from Liam's hand. "Then I'll do it myself!"

At the critical moment, Sebastian shot Liam a look.

The two had a private understanding. Seeing that look, Liam got it immediately. He quickly dodged George's grab, raised his hand, and brought the cane down on Sebastian's shoulder!

Even pulling the strike, it still carried the force of someone trained in martial arts. Sebastian let out a muffled grunt instantly.

Hearing that sound, George's anger finally subsided somewhat.

But it wasn't over yet.

He sat back down in his chair, looking at Sebastian taking his beating, eyes filled with both helplessness and fury. "How many months?"

"Almost six months." Sebastian's voice carried pain, but his mind remained clear.

The child had been lost long ago.

But Sebastian didn't plan to say that. He just calculated how old the child would be if it were still there.

The moment he said it, a heaviness settled in Sebastian's chest. If everything had gone smoothly, in three more months, his child would have been born.

Almost six months...

That timeline hit George's ears like a lightning strike.

He instantly thought of the rumors he'd heard months ago. He looked over immediately, raising his hand to stop Liam's movements, his tone turning frigid. "Those rumors from before—they were all true!"

Sebastian nodded. "They were true."

Now he really did look like an obedient grandson.

But George wanted to strangle him.

"She! She's a bastard child!" George shouted furiously. "Of course—a bastard, even if Michael brought her out, how could she possibly..."

"Grandfather!"

Sebastian sharply cut off George's degradation of Scarlett.

"She's not a bastard."

His gaze toward George turned heavy.

But George only thought he was making excuses for Scarlett. He let out a derisive laugh, about to speak, but Sebastian was faster.

"That box has information about her background. Maybe Grandfather should look first before saying anything."

Hearing that, George's gaze fell back on the box.

The tea room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

With a sound soft as wind, George picked up the box.

Inside, on top, lay a sheet of paper covered in dense writing.

The paper was slightly yellowed with age.

George recognized that handwriting. His outstretched hand trembled. He clenched it once, then quickly pulled out the paper.

[To my friend George...]