Kendal, observing the little boy, said with a smile, âYour son looks exactly like you.
Heâs like a mini version of you.
â
Jameson chimed in, âNo doubt about it, heâs inherited your fantastic genes completely.
â
Lyndon subtly lifted his eyebrows and turned his gaze towards Sheldon.
It was clear that they were flattering him by praising Sheldonâs good looks.
But he had to admit that Sheldon indeed looked remarkably like him.
Maybe it was their striking similarity that fate used to weave their lives together, hinting at a shared future as a family.
Once the government officials had left, Lyndonâs attention shifted to Elma.
Elma quickly showed her appreciation, saying, âMr.
Fernandez, Iâm so thankful for your help today.
â
Lyndon responded, âItâs nothing.
Do you have any first aid supplies at home? If not, I can buy some from the pharmacy.
â
âIâve got some,â Elma responded in a hurry.
With a child around, it was common sense to have basic medical supplies on hand.
âLetâs head out, then.
â Lyndon, holding the boy, began to move forward.
Was he making his way to their home? Elma wondered.
Surprised, Elma paused briefly before deciding to follow him.
Lyndon seemed like a good man.
Spending more time with Sheldon might convince Tilda.
Guided by Elma and carrying Sheldon, Lyndon arrived at their apartment building and took the elevator to the 15th floor.
Upon entering, Elma offered him a pair of disposable slippers.
âMr.
Fernandez, we donât have slippers for men, so these disposables will have to do,â Elma mentioned as Lyndon set Sheldon down and agreed, slipping into the disposables.
The lack of menâs slippers was a subtle hint of no permanent male presence and rare visits from men.
Tildaâs private life appeared to be simple.
âIâll grab the first aid kit,â Elma announced after getting Sheldon into his tiny slippers.
âAlright.
â
Together, Lyndon and Sheldon stepped into the living room.
âDad, want me to show you around?â
Sheldon, bubbling with excitement, tentatively called Lyndon âDadâ, watching his reaction closely