Just as the plane was about to land, Delilah got a call.

"Patrick! Patrick!! They found Kyle!!" she screamed, her hands trembling while she held the phone, her face wet again with tears.

"What?!" Patrick shouted, jumping up and taking the phone.

It was Kay. She repeated what she had told her mother.

"Brother is fine," Kay said, sniffling, "He was being taken care of in some lady's house. She found him unconscious and injured at the side of the road, so she took him in."

Turns out, the lady was an illegal settler who lived in a dilapidated hut right in the middle of the city. Thus, she did not contact the authorities about Kyle, yet she did not have the heart to leave him on the street.

She had taken him in and took care of him, but being superstitious, she had thrown out Kyle's bloodied clothes out the window - which was directly beside a huge monsoon drain that led to the river.

When she happened to have seen the press statement right outside the hotel, she knew she had to let his kin know. Thus, she had gone to find Kay and told her all about what had happened.

Kay said, "I'm with Kyle right now. He's very weak and appears to be in-and-out of it. It looks like he was hit on the head, so he may have a concussion."

"Why is he still there then? Why haven't you called the ambulance?" Patrick nearly roared at Kay, but held back, scared of scaring her.

"His saviour is staying here illegally, Dad," Kay said in a whisper, "I don't want to get her into trouble. She will end up in jail, and she had saved his life. She took care of him these two days."

"I will be bringing Kyle to the hospital now, but I wanted to let you know first. Please do not say anything about his saviour."

Patrick let out a breath, glad that he had given her the chance to speak, "Fine. I'll meet you at the hospital. What's the cover story on how you found him?"

"An anonymous tip," Kay replied simply, "They can't force me to tell them where I got him, and I will say it was my promise to them for letting me know where he is."

Patrick nodded, "Good. I'll get the legal team ready just in case they press the issue."

"Thank you, Dad," Kay said, "I'll be going now. The cab is here."

✿.✿.✿.✿

Xing Han stared at Kyle.

He shook his head.

"I can't believe you did all that," he hissed, pointing at the knife wound on the legs, multiple bruises on the chest and a bump on the head.

Kyle shrugged, saying, "It has to be realistic. After all, the doctors would know otherwise."

Pointing to his chest, "This was needed to cover the love bites, by the way."

Xing Han came over to him, his eyes wet with tears again, "Did he hurt you? Did he .. did he ... "

Kyle shook his head, lying with a straight face, "No. He just tried but didn't go all the way."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know," Kyle said, "The moment I recovered, I escaped."

Kyle didn't like lying to Xing Han but there was no way he could tell Xing Han that he had killed Randall.

"This is all that darn Nitocris's fault!!" growled Xing Han.

Kyle blinked. Wait. What?

"If you weren't helping him gather information, could this guy have latched on to you? It was so dangerous! Why?!" Xing Han rattled on.

Kyle patted him on the hand, saying, "It's not his fault, Xing Han. No one could have predicted this to happen."

"You may be a genius, Kyle," Xing Han said, "But you're really a special kind of stupid."*

Kyle blinked again. Wait. What??

"Did you really think, that anyone, could forget you?" Xing Han said, rolling his eyes, "I mean, just look at you. Just by doing nothing, you cause ovaries to burst. Imagine when you actually do something? Pfffft. They'll probably die."

Kyle looked helplessly at Kay and Sam, who simply nodded.

"Oh come on," Kyle said, putting up his hands in surrender, "What normal person would go to that length just because he can't forget me?"

Xing Han shook his head and tsked, "You're not normal in the first place. What makes you think you'd attract normal people or cause normal reactions?"

Kyle's mouth was wide open then. He couldn't quite refute that now, could he? Considering how twisted Randall turned out to be, Xing Han had a point.

[You should really stop with the honey traps, brother. We escaped this time, but who knows about the next time?]

Kyle sighed, leaning on the bed.

[You're right. Maybe I should]