Delilah was crying silently on the plane, while Patrick was holding her close. He had his arm around her shoulder, and she was holding his waist, crying onto his chest.

"I shouldn't have let him go on this tour. My baby, my baby," she kept mumbling, her tears streaking down her face.

"It's not your fault," Patrick said for the millionth time, "He wanted to go. You know how he is."

"But I should have been firmer," Delilah argued, "He's only 15. What was I thinking?! They are all just kids! How could I .."

Patrick put his hand at the back of her head and stroked her hair while pushing her onto his chest more. Effectively stopping her rants that he had been hearing for the past 24 hours. 

They had wanted to come immediately, upon hearing Kyle had gone missing. He had also been angry initially at Kay, for keeping the news from him. He actually had to find out from the police! Imagine his shock when he got that call. He had blasted and shouted at her on Facetime, while she just sat there, crying.

His anger wasn't abated but he stopped upon seeing that. Delilah also scolded him relentlessly, telling him he was going overboard. As they talked, they found out that Kay hadn't known that he was missing until the next day.

Turns out, Kyle had slipped out at night without anyone telling anyone. Where he went, or what he did, nobody knew. Not even Kay.

When Kay had woken up the next day and didn't see Kyle, she thought he had gone for his normal morning jog. It was only when he didn't turn up after breakfast that she got worried. She didn't contact them because she didn't want to panic them yet.

She had made a police report at 11am, after finally confirming that he didn't seem to be back yet. It was not like him not to call either. She gave them the last clothes he was seen in - and only when those clothes were found that all Hell broke loose. Being below 20, and a visitor to the country, the police went into action immediately.

Naturally, his parents were contacted as well. 

"There is no evidence yet that the clothes belong to Kyle," Patrick said as he tried to soothe the distraught Delilah, "And even if it was, he is still missing. Why were only his clothes found?"

Delilah clutched at his shirt, saying hoarsely, "But they were bloodied!"

"Stop overthinking things," Patrick admonished her, "Until we actually see the body, our son is alive. You hear me?"

Delilah could only nod weakly and didn't say a word anymore.

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"So? Is it done?" Xing Han asked worriedly, wringing his hands, "Is he safe?"

Kay nodded, "Yes. He's in position."

Xing Han slumped on the sofa, patting his chest, "I know Kyle is skilled but this seriously is damn scary ... that Randall guy ... "

Kay patted his shoulders, then said, "You should wash your face, really. You wouldn't want Kyle to be worried about you, right? Put some used teabags on those puffy eyes, too."

Xing Han really did cry and had been unable to sleep for the past couple of days. He had been so worried over Kyle that it took Sam knocking him unconscious to stop him from rushing out and ruining everything.

Sam never thought he had to use his skills on his own brothers, but it sure came in handy. 

"How can you be so calm?!" Xing Han pointed at Sam, who was busy tapping away at his keyboard.

"I'm not," Sam said, "But I have a job to do. If I can't handle this, how am I supposed to be his PA? He's both the Smith Heir and kidnapping situations are pretty normal, after all."

Sam now knew everything about Kyle, save for the past life issue. 

Kyle had contacted Kay the morning after, detailing her about his condition and what Randall had planned. They took quite a long time to discuss things, and things were really hectic. In order to be able to work smoothly, Kay had to tell Sam about Kyle's underworld activities.

As expected, Sam took it in with a calmness that, quite frankly, scared Kay a bit. It was truly abnormal that anyone could just take such explosive news with such clarity of mind. But she was grateful for it. It made everything so much more smoother.

All Sam had said was, "No wonder. That certainly explains a lot of things. What do we need to do now?"

"Ms Kay," came the respectful voice of Zero, "Everything is ready and Agent Pie is ready to contact the police."

"Noted," Kay said, dusting some imaginary dust from her skirt, "It's showtime."