Lyndon took a moment to think before nodding.
“Yes, it does.
”
“Okay, let’s get married,” Tilda replied calmly and without hesitation.
Her words stunned Ivy, Renata and Wilton.
Desperately, Ivy blurted out, “Lyndon, you can’t marry her! Just so you know, she’s a single mom, and that little boy is her biological son!”
Sheldon was Tilda’s biological son?
Lyndon’s eyes widened in surprise.
He nced back and forth between Sheldon and Tilda, silently seeking answers.
“Is Sheldon really your son?” he inquired.
Tilda’s fingers tightened abruptly, her grip bing noticeably firmer.N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
“Yes, Sheldon is my own son.
Are you still up for marrying me?” she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
Lyndon gazed at her in silence.
“Dad!” Sheldon’s voice quivered with anxiety as he reached out for Lyndon’s hand.
Lyndon snapped out of his trance, meeting Sheldon’s gaze with a reassuring smile.
“Yes, I will marry you.
Actually, I count myself lucky to have a wife and a son at the same time!” he eximed.
He tried to inject some levity into the tense moment.
Though the attempt at humor didn’t quitend, Tilda couldn’t help but be moved by his response.
Her tightly clenched fingers gradually rxed, but her throat felt tight, as if suffocated by herplex emotions.
Lyndon’s eyes held a gentle warmth, casting aforting glow that washed over her.
In that fleeting moment, a spark of hope ignited within her, pushing back against the suffocating grip of desperation.
“Lyndon, are you serious?”
Lyndon’s deration to marry Tilda took Wilton by surprise.
As Tilda’s father, he couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
He had always hoped to bring the Fernandez and Larson families together through marriage.
Although the one who married Lyndon was not Ivy, whom Wilton preferred, he was okay with Tilda being the one to marry Lyndon.
What mattered most was that Lyndon was okay with the fact that Tilda had a son.