"Umm, I don’t want to be rude but, there must have been some kind of mistake, Ms. Scarlett. My name isn't Mr. Crow. My name is Sett Crossword. I came from the Crossword family of Darian City. I don't know anything about the Crow family, so can you please let me go?" Sett blurted out nervously. As much as he wished to spend more time with Ms. Scarlett, he had to leave, in fear of what this group of strangers would do to him?

They should have investigated him first before jumping to conclusions that he is the so-called "Mr. Crow" or something.

He took a deep breath as it was already past seven o'clock and his sister at home would be worried sick about him.

While he was rumbling, he suddenly thought of something. "It must be my Aunt who ordered you… No, that's impossible. She won't be able to afford all these luxurious cars, and all these foreign men."

Everything was confusing, and he was already out of options. Earlier, he had considered tackling Scarlett and using her to force the men in black to let him leave, but he had a gut feeling that if he did that, he would regret it.

Also, based on his observation, he could immediately tell that Ms. Scarlett was no ordinary woman. She must have trained her long, slender legs because they had toned muscles.

Since these people seem to be after him, and it looks like his identity was important to them, Sett found more resolve with the option he chose. He gritted his teeth in preparation to bash his head on the car’s glass window.

'That actually worked?' Sett thought to himself.

"An apology would be a nice way to start this thing." Sett was still holding a grudge.

"I sincerely apologize for everything I said earlier, Mr. Crow. It was my mistake. Will you please forgive me? Please?" Ms. Scarlett steps forward, just a breath away from him. Her ocean colored eyes gazed at Sett like a puppy begging for food.

"A-Alright. Apology accepted." Sett felt flustered after seeing Scarlet’s act of apology.

"Who are you trying to trick, old man? What do you mean, I'm your grandson? I don't even know you! There is clearly a misunderstanding here. My last name is Crossword. My father is Charles Crossword and my mother is Isabella Crossword, so it's impossible for me to be your grandson!" Sett explained that he didn't have any intentions of allowing this misunderstanding to continue, as that would result in more complications.

There was a long silence before it was broken.

"Looks like Jane hasn't clarified everything for you, hasn’t she?" The old man's somewhat tired voice could be heard on the phone.

Sett glanced at Scarlett. Her expression was unreadable, but he quickly dismissed such thoughts as he noticed her palm slightly trembling.

"My boy, your biological father's name is Mathew Crow. He was supposed to inherit the family business. But alas, he succumbed to a severe illness...." The usual cheerful voice of the old man turns into a downhearted one. 

"...At that time, your mother was also giving birth to you. However, because of the grief after losing her husband, she soon followed your father in the afterlife. If you’re still having doubts about everything I said, I've got something for you to watch. Jane, please give him the video recording."