"I could not find any background information about Fighter, ma'am," the private investigator reported. He stood in the Panichs' living room, his expression a mix of professionalism and bewilderment. Mrs. Panich and her husband, listened intently.
"Because of the similarities, I believe that Fighter is Zee," Mrs. Panich had told her husband countless times, and now it seemed there was evidence to support her belief.
"I scanned Fighter's image, and Zee Pruk Panich is the only match I could find," the investigator added, confirming her suspicions.
"Honey, see! Fighter is my son," Mrs. Panich cried, tears streaming down her face as she turned to her husband.
They were at their condo, trying to figure things out. Since they first saw Fighter, the uncertainty had been bothering them. Mrs. Panich had been insistent, wavering between believing Fighter was someone else or truly their son, Zee. She needed evidence to convince herself one way or the other.
"My suggestion is to have a DNA test. That's the only way you can find out who Fighter really is," the private investigator recommended.
"We could do that, honey. But we need Fighter's cooperation," Mr. Panich said, looking thoughtful.
"And Saint," Mrs. Panich added, her eyes determined.
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Fighter woke up to an empty bed; Saint had left for work earlier than usual. On the kitchen counter, he found sandwiches and bacon that Saint had prepared for his breakfast. Deciding to go for a jog first, he left the food untouched.
While jogging, Fighter stopped at the fountain park, drawn by the sight of a cute Siberian puppy playing in the flower garden with its owner. Unable to resist, he approached them, adoring the little pup.
"Hi. What's her name?" Fighter politely asked the owner.
"Her name is Kelly," the owner replied gladly.
"Hi, Kelly. Such a cute name for a cute little girl." Fighter crouched down to reach the puppy, who wagged her tail excitedly as he petted her.
"Can I carry her?"
"Of course."
Fighter picked her up and held her in his arms, cooing and petting her soft, furry hair. The puppy suddenly licked his face, making Fighter giggle at the affectionate gesture.
"You have a pet?" the owner asked.
"No. Maybe I should get one," Fighter answered as he gently put down the pup.
"You really should," the owner smiled.
