The timeline pointed to the previous summer.
During that period, Tildaâs father was overseas on business for three months.
The hurried abortion made it clear that the child could not have been Tildaâs fatherâs.
Tilda let out a derisive sneer.
With such damning evidence, Renata would stand no chance to marry her father.
âThank you, Clifton.
â
âItâs only my duty,â Clifton responded swiftly.
With a smile, Tilda turned to Lyndon, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses.
Seeing the happiness radiating from her, Lyndonâs eyes softened.
He briefly examined the document himself before setting it aside.
âDoes this ease your concerns?â he inquired gently.
âYes, Iâm heading home tonight,â Tilda declared, her resolve firm to confront Renata with the evidence.
âAlright,â Lyndon replied.
Tilda gave him a querying look.
âWill you be coming with me?â
Lyndonâs heart skipped a beat, and he asked, âWould you like me to accompany you back?â
Tilda wasnât sure why she suddenly posed this question.
Maybe she was just in a good mood.
At his question, her high spirits seemed to wane a bit.
âIf youâre busy, Iâll just go aloneâ¦â she started.
âIâll go back with you,â he cut her off.
âALL right,â Tilda smiled in response.
Lyndon didnât say another word and turned his attention back to the Laptop.
Tilda hesitated for a moment.
Seeing him about to dive back into work, she reached over and closed his laptop.
âHave breakfast first,â she insisted.
Lyndon was startled, his eyes falling on her hand gripping his arm.