Patrick gave him a pat on the shoulder as he walked by and sat back at his desk. Quentin was still shell shocked, and looked around the room.
Just how did Kyle enter?
He had been outside all this while, and no one passed by him. He stared at Kyle, who noticed him staring and Kyle simply gave him a knowing smile. Yet, kept quiet.
Kyle sat down, and Patrick asked, "When did you get back?"
"About nine months ago," Kyle replied.
Patrick's eyes went wide and his head whipped up, "NINE MONTHS?!"
"Enough time for a woman to carry a baby and give birth," Kyle said.
"You got someone pregnant?!" Patrick gasped, "I'm a grandfather?"
Kyle stared at his father, "What? No! What gave you that idea?!"
"You did, with all the talk about babies and all," Patrick pointed out.
Kyle blinked, realising why Patrick would think so. He just said it randomly, as he had always associated 'nine months' that way.
"So there's no one?"
"Yes, I did meet someone …" Kyle began when Patrick cut him off.
"And you've been using protection properly?"
" I don't need to ..." Kyle replied.
"Why?" Patrick asked suspiciously, cutting him off again, "You're gay?"
Kyle narrowed his eyes at his father, and said through gritted teeth, "No. I'm bisexual …"
"Really?!" Patrick said in surprise, "So when will I meet your boyfriend?"
Kyle pinched the gap between his eyebrows, "Dad, if you actually let me finish my sentence …"
Patrick snorted, "If I did, I'll probably have to wait another two years to know something."
Kyle sighed, looking at the ceiling.
Since when was his father this ridiculous?
Then again, he didn't really know his father well, did he? When was the last time they actually had a conversation?
When Kyle thought about it, they never did.
Kyle looked back at his father, who was expecting some sort of answer. For some reason, he kinda looked like a gossipy old woman, hanging on his every word for some sort of tit-bit.
That imagery made Kyle smile.
His father had changed.
"It's a girl, and I'll bring her to meet you and Mum in a while," Kyle promised.
"So when are you going to meet your mother?" Patrick asked, "I'm surprised you came to see me first. Or does she already know?"
Kyle shook his head, saying, "Mum would never be able to keep my presence a secret."
Patrick's eyes narrowed, "Why do you need to keep hiding?"
Kyle looked at Quentin, then at his father, "Because someone is threatening my position as Heir."
Patrick slammed the desk in anger, "Someone dares?!"
Kyle smirked and started looking at his fingers before he turned to face his father again, "Not someone. Five."
"But, yes, someone did start the ball rolling," Kyle said.
Kyle liked the fact that his father didn't question him at all on this. He simply took what Kyle said as truth and that confidence and trust in him made his heart swell.
"Who?" Patrick asked, twirling a pen in his hands. It was a habit he had when he was either thinking hard or trying to calm down.
"Philip," Kyle replied.
The pen that Patrick was holding snapped in two.
Kyle studied his father, as the confusion, hurt and anger flitted across his face as he processed this information.
He was tremendously impressed with his father. Even after that revelation, Patrick had not exploded. Not like how he had.
Kyle remembered how scared the others had been, never fully seeing the Smith Anger at its finest. They had all stepped back, and the Team was actually in a defensive stance against him.
Remembering that day was not something he was proud of, but he was glad that his Team still acted responsibly and not rashly. They didn't attack him but protected the others they deemed weaker.
Strangely enough, their level of awe towards him increased.
Kyle thought his Team was masochists at heart.
"Are you sure?" Patrick asked finally, after settling his emotions.
"Yes," Kyle replied, "I found out three months ago, but wanted to confirm it first before coming to see you."
Patrick threw his broken pen onto the table and leaned back on the chair, crossing his arms across his chest as he let out a deep breath, "What do you intend to do about it? About him?"
"I'd do what any Smith Leader would do," Kyle said slowly, gauging his father's reaction.
"Eliminate," Patrick replied.
"Total annihilation," Kyle confirmed.
"You okay with that, Dad?" Kyle asked softly, tilting his head, "He is, after all, the brother you trusted the most."
"The day he plotted against you, is the day he ceased to be my brother," Patrick said coldly, "He doomed himself, and his family, with what he is doing. All I ask is that you make his death slow, and painful."
Kyle studied his father, and nodded, "I will make you proud."
Patrick smiled, and it was tinged with sadness and anger at the same time, "I already am, Kyle."
Both were silent as they stared at each other while Quentin stood silently at the side.
His head was swirling, his heart was beating extremely fast as he looked at the father-and-son duo.
Quentin had always known his boss, Patrick, gave the impression that he was a stern, but kind man. He dealt with the competition harshly, but he was fair. He was not cold and ruthless like some.
However, Quentin knew better.
If you touch his bottom line, he became a cold, ruthless killer.
Quentin had not seen that part of Patrick for a long time and now, he could see the cold aura emitting from him.
What made him more nervous was the fact that Patrick's son, Kyle, had a more menacing aura. He never thought it was possible that anyone could ever surpass Patrick when he was serious.
Quentin gulped.
He was scared, but he was excited at the same time.
The next generation was scary indeed.
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