âItâs alright.
Iâll be going by myself.
â
âOkay, see you tomorrow,â Keanu replied in anticipation.
âSee you,â Tilda replied.
Seeing Tilda constantly typing on her phone, Lyndon frowned.
He stood up and gently took the phone from her hand.
âYou had a head injury, even if itâs just a skin trauma.
You need to rest, not play with your phone,â he said firmly.
Tilda looked up at him, momentarily stunned.
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âWhat? Any arguments?â Lyndon asked, raising an eyebrow.
âNo,â she replied softly, feeling a bit surprised.
It was unusual for him to show such concern.
Throughout their marriage, he had never given her orders like this before.
Normally, she disliked being told what to do, but this time, she didnât mind it.
His care made her feel warm inside.
âDad, Mom wonât be unhappy because she knows you are just caring about her,â Sheldon, with his big, innocent eyes, chimed in.
Lyndon smiled and looked at Sheldon.
âCome here, little one.
Donât bother Mom.
Let me see how your programming lessons are going,â he said, holding out his hand.
âOkay.
â
Sheldonâs eyes lit up with excitement.
He slid off the sofa and grabbed Lyndonâs hand, the two heading upstairs together.
Watching them, Tilda couldnât help but smile.
The night outside grew darker, but inside, the room was filled with a comforting warmth.
A sudden sense of peace and quiet filled the room, making everyone feel at ease.
Later that evening, Tilda lay in bed, tossing and turning.
She felt uncomfortably hot and a little thirsty.
It was strange.
Did someone turn up the air conditioning?
Turning on the light, she sat up, put on her glasses, and checked the temperature.
The temperature was perfectly normal.
Licking her dry lips, she got out of bed and headed downstairs to get some water.