The little boy, wearing a remorseful expression, uttered, "Alright."

Observing the baby's delicate countenance, Rosalynn couldn't help but marvel at the myriad expressions gracing his face.

Tilda, evidently engrossed in her work, inquired, "Rosa, didn't you mention discussing matters with Zoe? What's her stance now?"

The smile on Rosalynn's face dimmed slightly. “Rest assured, I won't allow Ivy to assume the role of the third female lead."

She awaited updates about Dilan.

“Alright, then I'll be occupied. If Sheldon misbehaves, refrain from indulging him." Tilda refrained from probing further.

Casting a glance at the little boy, Rosalynn beamed. "No worries.

Sheldon is the most perceptive child I've ever encountered. I yearn to be closer to him and bear a child as cute as him."

Tilda said with a smile, "Certainly, you will. I must attend to work now."

After hanging up, Rosalynn turned to Elma and conveyed, “Elma, I've informed Tilda that we'll take Sheldon for some playtime and return him later."

"Okay."

Elma nodded, addressing Sheldon, “Sheldon, be well-behaved, and don't be naughty, okay?"

In a sweet, childish tone, the little boy reassured, "Don't worry.

I'm not a naughty kid."

She must say today's source of happiness was him.

Rosalynn reveled in sheer delight, while Brian's smile spread like sunshine as he found the little boy's demeanor to be quite intriguing.

Gazing at the tender features of the child, he pondered, marveling at such an endearing little soul. He couldn't help but wonder about the mystery shrouding the identity of the child's parents.

Upon bidding farewell to Elma, the trio settled into the car.

With the absence of a child's seat, Rosalynn sat in the back row alongside the little guy.

Brian resumed his role as the chauffeur, igniting the car's engine before inquiring, “Sheldon, can you tell me where your parents are?"