Of course he'd be the one to come to the door. Of course Rachel wouldn't have the guts to face the problem herself. After everything he'd done, she still hadn't trusted him enough to want to wait to have the baby until they were married (though he'd had no immediate plans to be) nor to wait for him until he came back after working out his feelings on having a child (not that he'd any intention of coming back for a good long while.)

Instead, she'd run off to the arms of Edgar Fucking Eicheln, who apparently had never outgrown the need of sticking his nose in where it didn't really belong.

"Open the door and let me talk to the mother of my heir, Eicheln. This doesn't concern you."

He may have married her, yes, but she had been Elliot's first, and he had been her first time. That was a bond the other man couldn't sever, especially with a child in the mix.

His son. Probably his only son, with the way things were going.

Which is, of course, why he was here.