“This shows thepany’s profit and loss for this quarter,” Lyndon exined, pointing to various parts of the chart to help illustrate his point.


    Sheldon’s eyes followed his hand.


    “Oh.


    Does it mean that thepany has made a lot of money if this line is rising?”


    Sheldon’s interest peaked as he pointed at a particr line on the screen.


    “You could say that,” Lyndon affirmed, a proud smile forming as he observed Sheldon’s interest.


    This little guy was not only gifted inputer programming, but also disyed business acumen.


    Lyndon knew that with the right guidance, Sheldon could truly be a business savant in the future.


    From a short distance away, Tilda watched the tender scene unfold between Lyndon and Sheldon.


    She pursed her lips slightly, observing their close bond.


    She noted how Sheldon clung to Lyndon with such affection.


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    “Sheldon, don’t disturb Mr.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Fernandez’s work.


    Go and wash your teeth,”


    Tilda called out, trying to be gentle yet firm.


    “Okay,” Sheldon replied obediently.


    He turned to Lyndon with a responsible air.


    “Dad, I’m going to wash my face and brush my teeth, so my morning breath doesn’t bother you.


    ”


    Lyndon chuckled at Sheldon’s consideration.


    “Wash carefully,” he encouraged with a warm smile.


    Sliding off the sofa, Sheldon grasped Tilda’s hand and they started walking towards the bathroom.


    Along the way, Sheldon engaged her in light conversation.


    “Tilda, did you sleep wellst night?” he asked, looking up at her with his bright eyes.


    “Not bad,” Tilda responded, her voice softening a bit.


    “I slept well too,” Sheldon continued cheerfully.


    “Really? Weren’t you too excited to fall asleep with Fernandez’spany?” Tilda teased him Lightly.


    “Oh, Tilda, please don’t say that.


    I’ve told you that you are the only one I love most,” Sheldon replied with the earnestness that only a child could muster, leaving Tilda momentarily speechless.


    The morning sun streamed through the ss, bathing the Living room in a warm, golden light.


    As Lyndon listened to Sheldon’s sweet voice, a profound sense of peace washed over him.


    He couldn’t help but smile gently, soaking in the moment.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez, breakfast is ready.


    You can have it now,” Elma called out, her voice tinged with concern that he might be hungry.