Rosalynn couldn't hold back her chuckles.

Waving her hands, she addressed the little one, "Sweetie, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not his girlfriend. I'm happily married. We're just good friends."

On hearing this, the little guy's eyes sparked with understanding.

“Oh, then I'll take back those negative remarks. You gave your word to be Tilda..."

Before he could spill the rest, Tilda swiftly covered his mouth.

“Sheldon, if you persist with the gibberish, I really won't want to talk with you anymore."

Noticing Tilda's stern expression, the little guy blinked his wide eyes and decided to hold his tongue.

Tilda entrusted him to the woman's care and then turned her gaze towards Lyndon.

"Mr. Fernandez, thanks for handling Sheldon back there. Please don't take his words to heart."

Lyndon grinned. "No big deal. He's adorable."

He had never encountered such an endearing child.

Observing them, he couldn't help but notice a certain resemblance.

Lyndon felt a flutter in his chest and questioned, "Miss Larson, I'm curious about his relation to you..."

"He is the grandson of Elma." Tilda disclosed.

Lyndon cast a glance at the middle-aged woman and noticed her simple attire, not indicative of affluence. It appeared she should be in a more humble role, perhaps a housekeeper.

He nodded, though a bit curious about the close bond between Tilda and a housekeeper's grandson, he refrained from delving further.

In the end, it was a matter concerning another family.

“Rosalyn, thanks for chauffeuring me here. We're leaving now," said Tilda.

"Need a ride home?" Rosalynn offered.

“No, thanks. I've got some other things on my plate. Catch you tomorrow." Tilda flashed a smile.