“Dad, it’s time for breakfast,” Sheldon called out, beaming as he ran over.


    Lyndon smiled, shut hisptop, and took Sheldon’s little hand as they headed to the dining room.


    “I’ve resolved the issue from yesterday,” Lyndon informed Tilda.


    Tilda tensed up, remembering the dead mouse incident.


    She inquired, “Who was responsible?”


    “Elmore’s brother-inw.


    I’ve handled it, and it won’t happen again,”


    Lyndon assured her as he briefly outlined Elmore’s connection.


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    Tilda rxed and smiled in appreciation.


    “Thank you.


    ”


    “You’re wee,” Lyndon replied casually and sat at the dining table.


    Beside him, Sheldon blinked hisrge, expressive eyes.


    “Dad, does this mean you won’t be staying with us anymore?”


    Lyndon was about to respond when Tilda interjected, “Sheldon, we shouldn’t inconvenience Mr.


    Fernandez any further.


    He has a lot of work to do.


    ”


    Tilda looked solemn.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Sheldon started to say something but stopped, worried she might be upset, so he simply said, “Okay.


    ”


    He felt torn inside.


    He even wished for troublemakers to stir things up again.


    If they did, Lyndon would be around more often.


    But if trouble arose, it would surely frighten Tilda.


    He didn’t want Tilda to feel afraid.


    Yet he longed for Lyndon to be with them all the time.


    What a predicament.


    Deep down, he hoped Lyndon would win Tilda over soon, so Lyndon could be at their house every day.


    After breakfast, Lyndon prepared to depart.


    Sheldon seemed hesitant to let him go.


    Lyndon gently patted Sheldon’s head, his heart softening.


    “Call me if you need anything.


    ”


    Sheldon blinked hisrge eyes.


    “What if there’s no reason? Can I still call?”