"Sheldon, who are you calling dad?"

Sheldon giggled and said, "Tilda, Mr. Fernandez said he'd be my dad."

Tilda looked slightly taken aback. "Sheldon, you're making things up again. I'm going to get upset."

Sheldon clamped his mouth shut, giving Lyndon a look of upset.

Lyndon gently patted his head and pulled out a pair of Bluetooth headphones from his pocket, placing them in Sheldon's ears.

"Hey Sheldon, listen to some music for a bit, okay?"

He played some tunes on his phone. Sheldon just blinked, staying silent and sitting still.

Lyndon turned to Tilda. "Miss Larson, do you have something against me?"

Tilda fiddled with her glasses, looking down to mask her feelings.

“It's more that I don't really know you."

Lyndon responded, “Rosalynn mentioned you're not keen on marriage, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, that makes two of us," Lyndon said, catching Tilda off guard as she looked up at him.

Lyndon gazed at her and remarked, "Sheldon's a great kid, but he's had a tough time. Miss Larson, how about we make a deal?"

"A deal?"

"Let's get married and take care of Sheldon together."

He wanted to get married?

Tilda's expression shifted. "Mr. Fernandez..."

"Please, hear me out," Lyndon cut in.

“Like I said, neither of us are into marriage, so there's no pressure. Our marriage would be just an agreement. I promise not to overstep any boundaries. And if someday you find someone you truly want to marry, we'll get a divorce, no strings attached. I'll stick to my word."