“Yes! He's nothing but a parentless orphan. My dad was just disciplining him!" the Little boy repeated.

How could he claim that Sheldon was an orphan?

Elma felt a strong urge to confront the child.

Hearing the father and son agree made Elma's heart sink. She clutched her chest, looking distressed.

She scanned her surroundings and noticed a group of people strolling along the road.

They were all males dressed in suits, and one happened to be someone she recognized.

Her eyes lit up, and she turned to Sheldon. "Sheldon, look who's over there.”

Sheldon wiped his tears and turned around.

Seeing Lyndon's tall figure, his excitement was unmistakable.

"It's Mr. F... Dad!"

He refused to be labeled as an orphan.

Since Lyndon had vowed to be his father, and that was who he was to Sheldon, his dad.

“Sheldon, go to your dad!" Elma encouraged without correcting him.

After all, Lyndon was Sheldon's real father, and Sheldon was correct in what he said.

“Okay," Sheldon replied and hurried towards Lyndon.

Elma faced the man, her tone firm. “If you're brave enough, don't run away. You've harassed my grandson, and you can't just walk away from that."

The man responded with a sneer, "So, you've got backup? We live in the same neighborhood, right? Maybe you should figure out who I am.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, waiting for you to come back with help and apologize to my son."

At his words, a flicker of worry crossed Elma's eyes.

She recognized the man. He was well-known in their neighborhood.