Sheldon held onto Lyndonâs hand firmly, his gaze locked onto Lyndonâs with unwavering intensity.
âDad, donât change the subject.
Tell me, are you jealous of Keanu or not?â
He was persistent in seeking an answer from Lyndon.
Lyndon arched his brows at Sheldon, a small smirk on his lips.
âIf you say so, then it is.
â
A self-satisfied grin spread across Sheldonâs face as he declared, âIâm Like Sherlock Holmes.
I can see through everything.
â
Lyndon chuckled softly, glancing at the IV drip.
The IV fluid was almost finished, so he turned to Tilda and said, âYou can call the nurse to come and remove the needle now.
â
Tilda listened to the conversation between Sheldon and Lyndon, feeling somewhat distracted.
Lyndon was jealous?
Impossible.
Sheldon was just spouting nonsense.
Lyndon didnât even like her.
How could he be jealous?
âTilda?â Lyndonâs voice interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, Tilda replied, âHuh? What did you say?â
Lyndon gave her a long look.
âI said the nurse can come to remove the IV.
â
âOh,â she muttered, glancing at the nearly empty IV bag before hurriedly pressing the call button.
Noticing her distraction, Sheldon piped up, âDad, Mom was definitely thinking about you just now.
â
Lyndon raised an eyebrow.
âThinking about me? Why?â
âWondering why you would be jealous!â Sheldon replied, his words making both adults momentarily speechless.
They considered sewing Sheldonâs mouth shut.
After the IV was removed, Lyndon handled the discharge procedures, then picked up Sheldon, ready to leave.
Tilda gathered their belongings and followed behind with Elma.
Watching Lyndonâs tall figure, Elma smiled cheerfully.
âSheldon is right.
Mr.
Fernandez is more handsome than Mr.
Wright.
â
Tilda pursed her Lips.
Lyndon might be handsome, but what good was it if he didnât love her?