He's Your Son

**Kyle's POV***

“Boss, turns out he actually took a bus here.”

“What? Are you telling me a four-year-old took a bus on his own to my company?”

“Boss, I'm honestly as confused as you are. It baffles me how a four-year-old could do this, but he actually did.”

I arched my brow, trying to think of the odds. What if someone who knew the truth actually put him on the bus to come to my office? It can't be Fancy because I'm well aware of her hate for me.

So if it's not her or someone else, then this child must be a genius. I can't even explain how fluent he was with words. All this made me more curious as to the type of upbringing Fancy actually gave our son.

The thought alone made me feel so satisfied within. Is it wrong for me to be this happy?

“Boss, do you actually think he's your son?”

The sudden question from Ray made me snap out of my thoughts.

“What? How did you know that?” I demanded in surprise. “Well, when he came, that was the first thing he said to me, that he was your son.