Tilda got into Lyndonâs car and buckled her seatbelt.
Then she heard him speak.
âWhat did you say to Ivy? Why is she so upset?â
Tilda abruptly stopped buckling her seatbelt and turned to face Lyndon.
She inquired, âWhat did you hear just now?â
Lyndonâs expression was cold.
âI heard Ivy insulting you.
â
So he hadnât caught the secret she had told Ivy?
Tilda twirled a strand of her hair between her curled fingers, a sudden urge overtaking her.
âI asked her why she believed that Sheldon wasnât your son.
â
Lyndon looked shocked and turned to Tilda.
âYou meant Sheldon is my son?â
Tildaâs heart pounded.
Was she going to reveal the truth?
How would he react if she told him?
âWellâ¦â
âDid she actually fall for such a lie?â
Before Tilda could respond, Lyndon burst out Laughing.
Gradually, Tildaâs nerves settled.
She gazed at the man beside her and held back the truth she had almost revealed.
The right moment flew by.
Finding the perfect time to reveal the truth was challenging.
Now that she had missed her chance, Tilda felt she couldnât muster the courage to tell Lyndon.
She adjusted her glasses and turned to watch the cityscape outside the window.
âI just annoyed her on purpose.
See how paranoid and frustrated she gets.
â
Lyndon started the car and chuckled at the sight of the woman shrinking in the rearview mirror.