Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 269

George only had to read that first line before his emotions overwhelmed him. His nose was completely blocked, forcing him to breathe deeply through his mouth.

Seeing this, the security guard nearby quickly stepped forward with medicine.

"No, no need."

But George waved him off gently, refusing the attention. He sighed, leaning back against the chair—half-sitting, half-reclining—settling into an extremely comfortable position to read the letter.

In the tea room, no one spoke.

Liam glanced at Sebastian, still kneeling, then at George, reading the letter. He carefully tried to help Sebastian up.

Sebastian shook his head slightly, his gaze lowered, raising his palm just a bit to silently refuse Liam's kindness.

He slowly lifted his eyes toward George, reading the letter.

George hadn't fully calmed down yet. If Sebastian got up now, who knew how angry George might get.

The injury on Sebastian's shoulder was already starting to throb with dull pain. Don't let George's thin, frail frame fool you—he'd hit hard. That first strike had been aimed to kill.

Liam had pulled his own blow, otherwise Sebastian wouldn't have the energy to still be kneeling here.

The silence in the tea room didn't last long.

With a soft sigh from George, he slowly placed the letter back on the table. His gaze then fell to the gemstone rough at the bottom of the box.

The rough stone had an overall soft white, semi-transparent quality, like an uncut moonstone. A curved hollow had been carved out of the center, shaped like a thin, narrow crescent moon.

"This stone..."

George's tone dropped slightly. He picked up the gemstone rough, lifted his eyes to Sebastian. "His descendant would carry a crescent pendant cut from this rough stone."

He stopped there, but the meaning was clear.

From the first time George had met Scarlett, he'd never seen her wear anything resembling a crescent pendant necklace.

Sebastian had known this question would come. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch.

The bag was transparent. Sebastian held it by one corner—the repaired crescent pendant necklace lay quietly inside.

"Do you still remember this, Grandfather?" As Sebastian spoke, he stood up. When the movement pulled at his back injury, his brow furrowed, but it quickly smoothed as if nothing had happened, and he walked toward George.

His gait was slightly unsteady—the result of kneeling too long.

But in the tea room, no one paid attention to how he walked. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the small pouch in Sebastian's hand.

"This is..." George took the pouch, looking at the obviously repaired pendant, his brow knitting tightly. He examined it from all angles, comparing the rough stone with the restored crescent pendant, discovering they were indeed from the same stone.

Shock rippled through him, yet he had no memory whatsoever of this pendant.

Seeing George's prolonged silence, Sebastian knew he didn't remember. His voice remained steady as he gently reminded him, "Previously, Grandfather accepted the Seymour family's invitation to mediate for Edith."

Just that simple reminder made George immediately recall the incident.

That had been his first encounter with Scarlett—she'd been ignorant of propriety, completely uncultivated, full of grievances.

"The Watson family stepped in and helped her get back her mother's belongings."

His grandson's words continued, cruelly revealing the Seymour family's brutality toward his friend's descendant.

George had seen that gemstone fragment at the time—you could vaguely make out the shape of a crescent pendant—but so what? Back then, he hadn't cared about Scarlett at all. He'd even found her annoying.

However, learning that the person who'd nearly been stripped of her mother's belongings was his friend's granddaughter made fury rise inch by inch in George's chest.

His expression darkened as he thought about Scarlett's background.

"That child's father couldn't have been David." George was almost certain of this point, his finger lightly tapping the tea table beside him. "The Seymour family is truly shameless—raising her as a bastard! This is absolutely outrageous!"

By the end, George slammed his palm on the tea table. Even though the pain made his hand tremble, he didn't notice, his mind filled entirely with rage toward the Seymour family.

"Did Richard have anything to do with this?" George looked at Sebastian.

Right now, he couldn't be bothered to dig into the details of his unborn great-grandchild. He just wanted to understand why Scarlett had ended up as the Seymour family's bastard.

"I asked David. This was indeed Mr. Richard Seymour's idea. Mainly, they were afraid Scarlett would follow in her parents' footsteps." Sebastian's expression was relatively calm at first, but as he continued, his face turned slightly cold. "But over ten years passed, and once Mr. Richard Seymour died, David forgot his roots."

Hearing this, George huffed. His palm pressed against his knee. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked again, "So Scarlett's abroad right now, having the baby?"

Sebastian's expression remained calm. "Yes."

"That's good. You need to take proper care of her. Her identity isn't simple—a large portion of those assets will need to go to the state."

George clearly knew more. He raised his hand, pausing after saying this, then shook his head and continued.

"No, this needs to be reported up the chain. Those people..."

George's arrangements weren't finished when Sebastian interrupted. "Don't rush, Grandfather. We have a traitor in our midst."

At those words, everyone in the tea room looked at each other.

After only a brief moment of silence, everyone immediately started proclaiming their loyalty, talking over each other.

The guards only said a few words before stopping. After all, they'd been sent by higher-ups—if there really was a traitor, that would be treason, no small crime. No one would do something so thankless.

In the end, only the butler was still actively expressing his devotion.

Sebastian just smiled. "I'm talking about inside the government. But someone's already handling that situation. Once everything's dealt with, it won't be too late for Grandfather to report it."

George knew his grandson had a plan. Hearing this, he said no more.

As they spoke, it was about dinner time.

Sebastian went to treat his wound first. When he arrived at the dining room, he heard George asking another question.

"Your assistant came by earlier. Why did he report company matters to me?"

Sebastian's expression was calm as he took a sip of savory soup. "Naturally, because I'll need to trouble Grandfather with follow-up matters."

George wasn't stupid. He understood immediately, his expression showing realization. "You're going to stay with Scarlett?" Just as he finished asking, he nodded to himself. "That makes sense—she's pregnant. But isn't it too early for you to go now?"

Six months pregnant was technically a late pregnancy, but only just barely. Even if he was going to be there for the birth, shouldn't he wait until the seventh or eighth month?

"Not at all. It's perfect timing for me to take a break." Sebastian's tone was calm. "Once everything's settled, I'll bring her back to finish out the pregnancy."

In front of George, some things didn't need to be spelled out too clearly.

After learning about Scarlett's identity, George had already guessed her situation abroad wouldn't be great. But thinking about Seraphim's Marco, any thoughts about bringing Scarlett back had completely settled down.