Sheldon, can you tell me why that man hit you?â
Sheldon held onto him, speaking in a hurt and low voice.
âThe chubby boy called me an orphan with no parents.
I told him he was wrong.
He accused me of lying, pinned me down, and demanded I bark like a dog.
I scratched his face while struggling, and then his dad slapped me.
Hearing Sheldonâs story, Lyndonâs expression turned cold.
Kids arguing was one thing, but a parent stepping in to hit? What the hell? Was Sheldon targeted because he appeared to be alone?
âDonât worry, Sheldon.
From now on, Iâm your dad.
â
Lyndon gently stroked Sheldonâs head, offering words of comfort.
Sheldon gazed up at him, his eyes full of admiration, and nodded emphatically.
Carrying Sheldon, Lyndon walked over to where the incident had occurred before gently setting him down.
âMr.
Fernandez,â Elma addressed Lyndon politely.
Lyndon acknowledged her with a nod, then turned his gaze sharply towards the others.
âWhich asshole dared to hit my son?â
He demanded, his voice sharp.
The man responsible for hitting Sheldon retorted furiously, âIt was me.
What are you going to do about it?â
Lyndon fixed a cold stare on him.
âAh, so it was you, you son of a bitch, cowardly attacking someone weaker? Are you aware of the law?
Do you realize the prison time for assault?â
The man responded with a sneer of contempt.
âAre you trying to scare me? I was infamous on these streets when you were still in diapers, you brat! Listen here, your son scratched my son, Either get down on your knees and apologize to my son, or brace yourself!â
His demeanor was both threatening and smug.
Elma recalled the manâs earlier behavior and nervously pulled on Lyndonâs clothing.
âMr.
Fernandez, it might be wise not to provoke him.
Heâs got influential connections.
â
Influential connections?
Lyndon was curious just how influential this man was!
Lyndon reassured Elma, âDonât worry, Elma.
As long as Iâm here, Sheldon is under my protection.
â