Lyndon gave Ivy a look before turning to Tilda.
âEverything okay with you?â
Tilda shook her head.
âHow did you two find yourselves out here?â
âSheldon got worried when you didnât return for a bit, so he sent me to check on you,â Lyndon explained.
A warmth spread through Tilda.
She affectionately patted Sheldonâs head and murmured, âLetâs head back.
â
âDo you need help carrying him?â
âItâs fine, Iâve got him.
â
Ivy watched them with a mix of emotions, her face contorting slightly.
Why was Lyndon here, acting so close to Tilda?
When Ivyâs gaze landed on Sheldon, she froze.
The boy really looked likeâ¦
âTilda, wait a minute!â she called out.
But Tilda, with Sheldon in her arms, continued on, ignoring Ivy.
Lyndon stayed protectively by her side.
Ivy, driven by jealousy, sped up to block their path.
âTilda, I said wait! Canât you hear?â
Tilda looked at her coldly.
âNeed something from me? Or you want to add to your leg injury?â
Ivy was pissed off and winced from the sharp pain in her leg.
She looked at Lyndon with desperate eyes.
âLyndon, she hit me.
My face, my leg, sheâs to blame for all of this!â
Lyndon replied indifferently, âThe only thing I saw was your servant hurting her.
And she wonât pick fights for no reason.
If she struck you, there had to be a reason behind it.
â
Ivy was rendered speechless.
Was he really taking Thilaâs side without question? Had he fallen for her? She couldnât let it happen.
Ivyâs face changed quickly as she turned her attention to Sheldon.
Seeing him up close, she noticed how much he looked like both Tilda and Lyndon.
Could this child be theirs? The idea took her by surprise.
That was impossible!
Lyndonâs heart was supposed to be with the late Rosanna.
How could Sheldon be their child?