Lyndon took a moment to think before nodding.
âYes, it does.
â
âOkay, letâs get married,â Tilda replied calmly and without hesitation.
Her words stunned Ivy, Renata and Wilton.
Desperately, Ivy blurted out, âLyndon, you canât marry her! Just so you know, sheâs a single mom, and that little boy is her biological son!â
Sheldon was Tildaâs biological son?
Lyndonâs eyes widened in surprise.
He glanced back and forth between Sheldon and Tilda, silently seeking answers.
âIs Sheldon really your son?â he inquired.
Tildaâs fingers tightened abruptly, her grip becoming noticeably firmer.
âYes, Sheldon is my own son.
Are you still up for marrying me?â she asked, her voice wavering slightly.
Lyndon gazed at her in silence.
âDad!â Sheldonâs voice quivered with anxiety as he reached out for Lyndonâs hand.
Lyndon snapped out of his trance, meeting Sheldonâs gaze with a reassuring smile.
âYes, I will marry you.
Actually, I count myself lucky to have a wife and a son at the same time!â he exclaimed.
He tried to inject some levity into the tense moment.
Though the attempt at humor didnât quite land, Tilda couldnât help but be moved by his response.
Her tightly clenched fingers gradually relaxed, but her throat felt tight, as if suffocated by her complex emotions.
Lyndonâs eyes held a gentle warmth, casting a comforting glow that washed over her.
In that fleeting moment, a spark of hope ignited within her, pushing back against the suffocating grip of desperation.
âLyndon, are you serious?â
Lyndonâs declaration to marry Tilda took Wilton by surprise.
As Tildaâs father, he couldnât help but feel overjoyed.
He had always hoped to bring the Fernandez and Larson families together through marriage.
Although the one who married Lyndon was not Ivy, whom Wilton preferred, he was okay with Tilda being the one to marry Lyndon.
What mattered most was that Lyndon was okay with the fact that Tilda had a son.