Chapter 221 Don't Overlook a Single Clue

The night was deep and heavy as they drove in silence. The atmosphere inside the car was suffocating. Sebastian gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, and his jaw was clenched tightly. Nancy looked outside, watching the scenery fly backward outside the window. Her expression was calm, as if she were completely unaffected by the oppressive tension coming from the man beside her. The car finally stopped before the Gates' residence. Harold had been waiting at the door. Seeing the two get out, he nodded respectfully, though his expression was somewhat heavy. In the living room, Michael sat upright on the sofa, holding his cane. His expression was dark and thunderous. When he saw them come in, he slammed the cane heavily on the floor. "So, you're finally back!" His gaze tore through Sebastian like a knife, filled with disappointment. Sebastian pressed his lips together and said nothing. Before the old man, his tall figure showed a rare stiffness. Michael's ga