You have to see this. From the Sip-and-See Diane threw in the clubhouse. Total disaster.

I hit play. Shaky footage, recorded on the sly. Diane was holding court, boasting to a group of captive women. Behind her, next to an extravagant bassinet, stood Khloe and Robert.

Robert reached down, his hands trembling, and stroked the sleeping baby’s cheek. His face crumpled with the unmistakable emotion of a father looking at his own child.

Khloe reached to bat his hand away, her face a mask of terror.

But the phone’s microphone caught a neighbor’s booming, accidental observation.

“My goodness, look at those two. You’d think Robert was the father, not the grandfather, the way the little guy looks exactly like him.”