Eldrin crossed his hands in front of his chest, glancing at the papers on the old man's desk with a scoff. "Hmmm. So you found out about the gift you gave me 24 years ago."
Blair stomped his way around the desk and grabbed Eldrin by his arm, dragging him to the corner of the room. "You... Just what are you trying to do?! Are you saying that he's... He's my son?!"
Eldrin scoffed despite the rage in Blair's tone. "Who else could it be, Blair?" He yanked the bigger man's hand in one swift pull and challenged, "We can run a DNA test if you want."
"You—" The old man stepped back, gasping for air about to curse Eldrin but was too speechless to do it. All he could do was hold his mouth so as not to let his anger explode at this very moment.
Eldrin pulled the corner of his lips into a cold and sinister grin, nothing could make him happier than seeing Blair curse himself while looking so frustrated like this. Maybe it was a very deserved karma for ignoring his feelings for years.
