"As you can see, you are his father," Samantha said confidently.

Kyle noted the hospital that the test was done and gave it back to her. He then turned back to his 'son' and said, "I need to talk to your mother for a while, okay?"

The boy just stared at him, then at his mother who nodded. Finally, with a sad pout, he looked down and nodded as well.

"Manny!" Kyle called out to the security outside.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Please take the little one here to my office. Tell Beatrice to take care of him for a while," Kyle instructed.

Upon hearing that he was going to his father's office, the boy's face brightened up and eagerly left. Though he did give one last look at his mother before going out.

"Samantha, what is it that you want? The boy is already five years old, and you're only bringing him here now?" Kyle asked the moment they sat down.

Samantha didn't look perturbed at all. She looked at him, then studied her well-manicured fingernails as she answered, "It was time."

"Time for what?" Kyle pressed on, studying her face and expression.

Something just wasn't right.

The DNA report was obviously fake. It was done three years ago and at a supposedly reputable hospital.

How did she get it done? Was it her who got it done? After all, just what sort of sample did she have of him in order to do it?

"Time for Kyle Jr to meet his father," Samantha replied, "He's old enough and about to start school. I don't want him to have to constantly defend himself about an absent father."

"And you didn't think of contacting me the moment you found out you were pregnant?" Kyle asked.

Samantha looked at him, "Do you think I wanted to go to jail? You were only 14 then. Now, you're an adult and a powerful CEO. I doubt you'd let the authorities put the mother of your child in jail."

Kyle clenched his jaw.

Her reasonings were solid but it still didn't add up. It was obvious to Kyle that Samantha truly believed the boy was his.

He needed to dig further. Before that, he needed some back-up.

[Kay, we have a problem]

[What happened, brother?]

[Are you with Sayuri right now?]

[Yeeess … why?]

[Remember Samantha Greene?]

[Of course, brother. Why?]

[She's here right now, with my son]

Kay sat upright on the sofa, shouting suddenly and startling Sayuri completely. Seeing the far-away look in her eyes, she knew that Kay was talking to Kyle.

'Darn these twins,' she complained to herself. Why can't they use the phone like normal people?!

Then, Sayuri saw Kay turning to her in shock and asked her, "Are you up to seeing someone from Kyle's past?"

Sayuri frowned, "Who?"

"Samantha," Kay replied.

"You mean, the same Samantha who had her father iced by Ice?" Sayuri asked.

Kay couldn't help but laugh at that, "Yes, that Samantha. So Kyle told you about her, huh?"

Sayuri punched the cushion on the sofa, "That fool tells me everything."

"How long are you going to be angry at him anyway?" Kay asked curiously.

"I don't know," Sayuri admitted with a sigh, "I can't seem to help it. Each time I see him, I feel like punching him. Everytime he's nice to me, I want to punch him. When he's being kind, I want to punch him."

'Yet, I still can't help but also want to fuck him' Sayuri said silently to herself, groaning, which added to her desire to hit him instead.

Sayuri looked at Kay worriedly, "Tell me Kay, am I going crazy?"

Kay patted Sayuri on her shoulder and said, "No, I just think your pregnancy has just made you less tolerant of his behaviour."

"But he's being nice! Why do I want to punch him if he's nice!!" Sayuri wailed, leaning on the sofa and hiding her face under the cushion

"Because it would be easier to accept him not loving you if he was indifferent?" Kay said softly, pitying the poor girl.

Sayuri, upon hearing this, suddenly felt everything falling into place.

Kay had hit the nail right on the head.

It was true.

She would actually prefer Kyle to be cold, or indifferent, or whatever. Not this. It hurt her heart too much.

"Wait. I digress!" Kay said with a gasp, "Kyle needs your help."

Sayuri rolled her eyes under the cushion. Yeah. Of course. Kyle always needed her help. She was always there to help him. He always turns to her for help but he can't love her, right?

Just listening to herself rant made Sayuri sick to her stomach. She really hated this feeling, and for having such thoughts. It was so unbecoming of her and she didn't like what she was becoming.

Sayuri got up, resolved to be better and turned to face Kay, "What can I do to help?"

The moment she said that, Sayuri felt better.

She may resent Kyle turning to her for help, but she was happy that she could be of help.

These contradicting feelings were the main reason why she was so irritable and cranky all the time. She both loved, and hated, the same thing : Kyle.

"Well, turns out Samantha has come to HQ, towing a cute little boy that she says is Kyle's son," Kay said.

"What fucking nonsense," Sayuri growled getting up, "I'm the one carrying his child. Someone dares to claim that right?!"

"What is it that he wants me to do, exactly?" Sayuri asked as she walked over to wear her shoes to go out.

"Assess her mental state," Kay replied, "And of the boy."

"Got it," Sayuri answered.

"And stake your claim while you're at it," Kay added.

"Was that his request, or yours?" Sayuri asked with a laugh, already knowing the answer.

"Don't worry, dear sister," Sayuri continued, "No one can touch my man."

Kay smiled.

She really, really liked this sister-in-law of hers.