In a whisper, she urged, “Please, set me down now.


    ”


    Lyndon’s response was tender as he lowered her gently to the floor.


    “Your mother needs to recover, so rest is crucial for her.


    ”


    “I get it, Daddy, no need to spell it out for me,” Sheldon replied, dismissing the need for further exnation with a wave of his hand, his demeanor surprisingly mature.


    Tilda understood why Sheldon was behaving this way; perhaps the influence of a yful Elma was at work.


    She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her inner turmoil masked by a facade of indifference, her lips sealed.


    “Tilda, Mr.


    Fernandez, you must be famished by now, right? I’ve kept the food warm in the kitchen.


    I’ll fetch it for you,” Elma chimed in.


    “I’ll take care of it, Elma.


    Why don’t you put Sheldon down for his nap?” Lyndon offered.


    Elma nced at him, her eyes reflecting her gratitude for his willingness to tend to Tilda.


    “Certainly.


    ”


    “And please, pack our bags.


    We’ll leave for Betton as soon as Sheldon wakes,” Lyndon added, his voice steady with resolve.


    Upon hearing the mention of Betton, Elma’s features tightened with a mix of anticipation and concern.


    “Understood.


    ”


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    As they ascended the stairs, Sheldon, clutching Elma’s hand tightly, looked up at her with curious eyes.


    “Elma, are we going to visit Daddy’s parentster today?”


    “Yes, Sheldon, that’s the n,” she confirmed, squeezing his hand gently.


    Sheldon’s pace slowed, his small brow furrowing.


    Elma noticed his hesitation.


    “What’s the matter? Aren’t you excited?”


    “I’m excited.


    After all, I’m lovable, so they will surely like me,”


    Sheldon replied.


    “Of course, they will.


    You’re absolutely lovable,” Elma reassured him with a warm smile.


    From below, Tilda observed their ascent, noting the concern in Sheldon’s voice.


    His fears likely stemmed from the worry that Lyndon’s parents might not ept him fully, knowing he wasn’t their biological grandson.


    Tilda lingered in the hall as Lyndon made his way to the kitchen.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    She followed him silently to the dining room, her thoughts swirling.


    Lyndon returned with a tray of food, setting it down before he noticed Tilda’s contemtive look.