Renata understood all too well.
She had felt the same way about Tildaâs late mother.
It had been a relief when Tildaâs mother finally passed away.
In the living room, Tilda and Lyndon greeted Wilton as he came downstairs.
âDad, weâre back,â Tilda said.
âHi, Wilton,â Lyndon added.
âHello,â Wilton replied with a smile.
âWhereâs Sheldon? Why didnât you bring him?â
Despite the mystery around Sheldonâs father, he was still part of the Larson family.
Besides, Wilton adored his grandson very much.
âIt wasnât convenient today.
Iâll bring him another time,â Tilda replied, not wanting Sheldon to witness the tension that might arise.
Wilton nodded.
âWell, serve them some tea,â he instructed the servants.
Just then, his phone rang.
âTilda, Lyndon, please make yourselves comfortable.
I need to take this call.
â
Tilda and Lyndon sat on the sofa.
âTilda, Lyndon, hello,â Renata greeted, bringing out a plate of fruit, Ivy trailing behind her.
âHi, Tilda and Lyndon,â Ivy said politely.
Tilda glanced at Ivy, adjusting her glasses.
Ivyâs politeness seemed odd.
She looked fine now, but Tilda couldnât shake the feeling that something was off.
What was wrong with her?
Though Tilda was confused, she stayed silent.
A servant arrived with two cups of tea.
âLet me do it,â Ivy said, taking the tray.
She handed a cup to Lyndon.
âLyndon, please have some tea.
â