Lyndon, still smiling, nodded slightly.


    “Let’s wait for Sheldon,” he suggested.


    “Okay,” Elma responded, her tone reflecting understanding and patience.


    As she watched Lyndon exude nobility, a sense of satisfaction grew within her.


    She wished he could be staying with them forever.


    Suddenly, Lyndon’s phone rang, interrupting the serene morning.


    Picking it up, he recognized his assistant’s number.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Hello,” Lyndon answered.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez, I’ve got some clues about what you asked me to investigate,” his assistant reported eagerly over the line.


    Lyndon had tasked his assistant with investigating who had sent a dead mouse the previous day.


    His expression turned serious.


    “What have you found out?”


    “Do you remember Elmore, the man you had incarcerated?” the assistant inquired.


    Lyndon’s eyes narrowed as he searched his memory.


    “Elmore?” he repeated, struggling to ce the name.


    “He’s the one whomitted numerous illegal acts because of his connection to Franco,” the assistant rified, trying to jog Lyndon’s memory.


    Lyndon’s memory clicked into ce.


    He recalled a prior incident where Elmore’s son had bullied Sheldon, and he had personally witnessed it.


    Acting on his protective instincts, he had ensured that Elmore faced legal consequences and sent him to prison.


    “So he orchestrated this?” Lyndon asked, seeking confirmation.


    “No, it was actually his brother-inw who orchestrated it,” his assistant rified.


    He continued, “With Elmore in prison, his rtives have been impacted to some extent.


    His brother-inw’s business depended heavily on Elmore’s connections.


    After Elmore’s incarceration, his business suffered significantly.


    ming Miss Larson for his downturn, he decided to retaliate by causing trouble.


    ”


    Lyndon’s expression hardened as he processed the information.


    “Hand over the evidence to the police and let them handle it,” he instructed firmly.


    “Understood,” the assistant replied.


    After a brief pause, Lyndon added another directive.


    “Also, arrange for bodyguards to protect Tilda and her family discreetly.


    ”


    “Will do,” the assistant affirmed, ready to follow through on the protective measures.


    After Lyndon ended the call, Tilda and Sheldon emerged from the bathroom, ready to start their day.