Lyndon found himself at a loss for words.

At that moment, Rosalynn's car pulled up.

The car came to a stop, and Tilda swiftly exited the vehicle, making her way towards the duo.

"Sheldon!"

Upon hearing Tilda's voice, the little guy's eyes lit up, and he turned around with a grin.

"Tilda!"

Tilda reached them, giving Sheldon a quick once-over before spanking him. “Why on earth were you running around? Elma was worried sick!"

Sheldon frowned, rubbing his rear, and replied in a childish voice, “Why is she worried? Everyone loves me, and I'm so smart and lovely that bad guys won't abduct me."

What a little rascal, being so self-assured!

Tilda was both angry and amused, putting on a mock-stern expression.

"Say that again?"

Witnessing Tilda's genuine anger, the little guy immediately lowered his head and reached for her hand, uttering an apology in a childish voice. “Tilda, I'm sorry."

“Say sorry to Elma later."

“I know," he responded.

Lyndon observed this interaction with surprise.

He hadn't anticipated that the Tilda, as mentioned by the little guy, was someone familiar.

Her fragrant presence, gentle voice, charming dimples, and storytelling skills—all matched the accurate description.

As Rosalynn stepped out of the car, she was taken aback to see Lyndon.

"Lyndon? Why are you doing here?" she inquired.

Lyndon glanced at Tilda and remarked, “This little guy has been trailing me the entire way."