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    She looked down at her body, relieved to find nothing unusual.


    It seemed Lyndon had only carried her to the bed.


    Biting her lips, Tilda lifted the quilt and got out of bed.


    She went back to her bedroom and checked the time.


    It was almost nine o’clock.


    She quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.


    The hall was quiet.


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    “Elma?” Tilda called, but no one answered.


    She wondered if Elma went grocery shopping.


    Looking through therge French window, she saw two figures, one tall and one short, making snowmen on thewn outside.


    Two snowmen already stood proudly on the snow-covered ground.


    Lyndon, in a ck overcoat, squatted on the ground, working on a new snowman.


    Beside him, Sheldon wore a puffy coat along with a hat, scarf, and gloves.


    He handed snowballs to Lyndon,ughing happily at their conversation.


    Tilda’s lips curved into a soft smile as she watched them.


    Since Lyndon became a part of their family, Sheldon had be more lively and cheerful, with a constant smile on his face.


    It is indeed important for children to have the presence and support of both parents throughout their upbringing.


    Lyndon was undoubtedly a good father.


    Tilda wished they could live happily like this forever.


    She put on her coat and pushed the door open.


    “Sheldon,” she called.


    Hearing her voice, Sheldon’s eyes lit up.


    “Mom,e here! Dad and I are making snowmen!”


    Tilda smiled warmly and walked towards them, feeling a sense of peace.


    “Mom, this is Dad, and this is you.


    This little snowman that isn’t finished yet is me.


    We still need to make another one for Elma,”


    Sheldon exined, pointing at each snowman in turn.