âDad, itâs time for breakfast,â Sheldon called out, beaming as he ran over.
Lyndon smiled, shut his laptop, and took Sheldonâs little hand as they headed to the dining room.
âIâve resolved the issue from yesterday,â Lyndon informed Tilda.
Tilda tensed up, remembering the dead mouse incident.
She inquired, âWho was responsible?â
âElmoreâs brother-in-law.
Iâve handled it, and it wonât happen again,â
Lyndon assured her as he briefly outlined Elmoreâs connection.
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Tilda relaxed and smiled in appreciation.
âThank you.
â
âYouâre welcome,â Lyndon replied casually and sat at the dining table.
Beside him, Sheldon blinked his large, expressive eyes.
âDad, does this mean you wonât be staying with us anymore?â
Lyndon was about to respond when Tilda interjected, âSheldon, we shouldnât inconvenience Mr.
Fernandez any further.
He has a lot of work to do.
â
Tilda looked solemn.
Sheldon started to say something but stopped, worried she might become upset, so he simply said, âOkay.
â
He felt torn inside.
He even wished for troublemakers to stir things up again.
If they did, Lyndon would be around more often.
But if trouble arose, it would surely frighten Tilda.
He didnât want Tilda to feel afraid.
Yet he longed for Lyndon to be with them all the time.
What a predicament.
Deep down, he hoped Lyndon would win Tilda over soon, so Lyndon could be at their house every day.
After breakfast, Lyndon prepared to depart.
Sheldon seemed hesitant to let him go.
Lyndon gently patted Sheldonâs head, his heart softening.
âCall me if you need anything.
â
Sheldon blinked his large eyes.
âWhat if thereâs no reason? Can I still call?â