Los Angeles.
St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose.
"Adam, help me."
Rajesh looked at the baby whose skin tone was relatively close to his own and was momentarily at a loss too.
"Sorry, I can't tell either." Adam spread his hands. "How could you tell right after it was born? But judging by the skin tone, it's definitely mixed-race. If it isn't yours, then it belongs to someone from your country. Congratulations."
"Ha ha."
Howard sneered. "Now I finally understand why she picked you."
"I understand too," Leonard said, holding back his laughter.
"Why?"
Only Sheldon looked surprised.
"Because Rajesh is a cuckold who takes over for someone else," Howard mocked. "Her child—no, her children—need a father. Rajesh just happened to show up at the party, and he couldn't even speak. She clearly wanted Rajesh to suffer in silence."
"Damn it."
Rajesh suddenly understood as well. With a miserable expression, he said, "I thought my silence had truly moved her."
"You could put it that way," Adam said with a smile. "A father who can't speak is the perfect father for a whole bunch of children."
"Ha ha ha."
Everyone burst out laughing again.
"Guys, what am I supposed to do now?" Rajesh cried miserably.
"Wait," Adam said. "See what she wants. If she insists on sticking to you, ask her to agree to a paternity test. If she refuses, that means she knows something is wrong too. You won't have any legal responsibility. If she agrees, then wait for the results. You can't be that certain yourself, can you?"
"I'm absolutely certain!" Rajesh shouted. "That is not my child."
"Adam, can't you secretly run a test on the father and son?" Howard suggested.
"No." Adam glanced at him. "That's illegal. Authorization is required for a test."
"Fine." Howard shrugged.