“Let's eat," Brian said, placing food on Rosalynn's plate.

After a couple of bites, Rosalynn's gaze landed on Sheldon. "He's absolutely adorable. I'd love to take him home with me."

Brian quirked an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Well, when his dad achieves his goal, that dream might just become a reality."

Lyndon, overhearing the conversation, suppressed a scoff.

He chose not to engage in a pointless argument, especially in front of Sheldon.

"Sheldon, you haven't started school yet, right? Has anyone taught you how to read and write?" Rosalynn inquired, passing some of the shrimp Brian had peeled for her into Sheldon's plate.

Brian's expression turned contemplative, wondering if things would change when they had a baby.

He felt his place in Rosalynn's heart was already not at the forefront, and now, was he about to be pushed even further back?

Lost in these thoughts, he peeled another shrimp and fed it directly to Rosalynn.

Rosalynn accepted the shrimp, her attention still fixed on the boy.

She was too absorbed to chat with Brian.

"Yes. Tilda got me a bunch of books," Sheldon replied.

He finished his food and said in a soft voice, "I'll read it every day after Tilda leaves for work. And I'll tell her about it when she gets back. She'll be so happy and kiss on my cheeks."

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, sensing that Sheldon was quite smart.

Did he get it from his mom or dad?

The thought of Sheldon growing up without parents at such a young age made Lyndon feel a pang of sympathy.

So, Tilda raised him?

No wonder they were so close.

The filming location for the crew was a bit far from here.

They were almost done eating when Tilda arrived, a bit late.