Karina was too stunned to speak.


    Meanwhile, Rosalynn remainedposed, having learned the truth from Lyndon earlier.


    “Tilda, you’re amazing.


    I’m so envious that you have such a cute son like Sheldon at your age!” Karina finally said.


    There was no judgment in Karina’s eyes.


    Tilda smiled.


    “You don’t think my private life is scandalous?”


    She had faced criticism for being pregnant before marriage and for keeping the father’s identity secret.


    Many in Skrix’s upper ss would look down on her.


    “Why should I? Everyone has their reasons for their choices.


    Who are we to judge? Besides, Sheldon is adorable.


    If I had a son like him, I wouldn’t care about his father,” Karina said.


    Although her words sounded unusual, Rosalynn agreed with her sentiment.


    Everyone deserved to live their life without others’ moral scrutiny.


    “No wonder you’re a famous agent.


    You are smart and talkative,” Tilda praised Karina.


    Karina chuckled.


    “I’m ttered.


    ”


    Despite her curiosity about the child’s father, she refrained from asking.


    It was a matter of privacy.


    If Tilda wanted to share, she would.


    Pressing the issue would only embarrass her.


    The three of them changed the topic and chatted casually until the director called out, “Okay, that’s a wrap!”


    With thest scenepleted, the entire crew apuded.


    Some staff members excitedly tossed their belongings into the air to celebrate the project’s end.


    The film set was filled withughter and joy.


    “Rosalynn, Zoe wants to have your autograph,” Kyson said, approaching Rosalynn with Zoe in tow, his smile bright and his demeanor more mature than before-clear evidence of the entertainment industry’s transformative effect.


    Rosalynn could see the change in her brother since he started acting.


    Turning to Zoe, Rosalynn asked with a warm smile, “You want my autograph?”Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Yes, Rosalynn, would that be okay?” Zoe asked cautiously.


    Rosalynn raised an eyebrow.


    “I’m not a celebrity.


    Why would you want my autograph?”


    “No, Rosalynn, it’s your novels! Several of my ssmates adore them.


    They’re so envious that I get to see you often on set,” Zoe exined eagerly, herrge eyes twinkling with excitement.


    Rosalynn then realized.


    “Ah, you want me to sign using my pen name?”