Still somewhat bewildered, Tilda pondered whether Lyndon had truly come to visit his uncle.
Pushing aside her doubts, she managed a gracious smile.
Hello, Ernest.
Hello, Tilda.
Please, have a seat, Ernest responded kindly, motioning for the caregiver to fetch chairs and tea for them.
The caregiver quickly arranged the chairs, providing a small respite for them to settle.
Lyndon, your mom mentioned you got married.
She told me your wife is lovely. Ive been abroad so often, I havent had the chance to meet you both.
Sorry about that-I didnt recognize her right away, Ernest explained apologetically.
Lyndon returned a forgiving smile.
Thats quite alright.
We havent held the wedding yet, so its understandable.
Tilda took her seat, gratefully accepting the tea offered by the caregiver with a polite thank you.
As she listened to the cordial exchange between the two men, the turmoil within her began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of peace.
Tilda figured that Lyndon had brought her to this hospital room to make it clear that his visit today was solely to check on his uncle.
But what about Rita? Lyndon had insisted that she misunderstood him-that he wasnt here specifically for Rita.
After engaging in a conversation with Ernest for some time, Lyndon began to ready himself to leave.
Before departing, he handed Ernest a small bouquet.
Ernest, Tilda and I have some matters to attend to, so well head out now.
Well come to visit you again soon, he said.
Ernest smiled and gratefully accepted it with a word of thanks.
Goodbye, Ernest, Tilda said, offering a polite smile before following Lyndon out.
In the corridor, Rita was still waiting. Upon seeing them emerge, she hurried over.
Lyndon, my grandmothers awake.
She wants to thank you in person.
Lyndon glanced at her and draped his arm around Tilda.
No need.
Weve got other things to handle.
Were leaving now, he stated firmly.
With that, he continued walking, Tilda in his embrace, without pausing.