Glancing at Sheldon, Kendal expressed his astonishment, "Lyndon, is he your son?"

Lyndon glanced at Sheldon but remained silent.

“Lyndon, has your son been bullied? Let's check it out," Jameson suggested.

Lyndon inquired, “Will it hold you up?"

"It's okay. Let's head over," Jameson replied, asking the driver to hang on for a bit.

Lyndon lifted Sheldon and made their way toward the park.

“Sheldon, can you tell me why that man hit you?"

Sheldon held onto him, speaking in a hurt and low voice.

"The chubby boy called me an orphan with no parents. I told him he was wrong. He accused me of lying, pinned me down, and demanded I bark like a dog. I scratched his face while struggling, and then his dad slapped me.

Hearing Sheldon's story, Lyndon's expression turned cold.

Kids arguing was one thing, but a parent stepping in to hit? What the hell? Was Sheldon targeted because he appeared to be alone?

“Don't worry, Sheldon. From now on, I'm your dad."

Lyndon gently stroked Sheldon's head, offering words of comfort.

Sheldon gazed up at him, his eyes full of admiration, and nodded emphatically.

Carrying Sheldon, Lyndon walked over to where the incident had occurred before gently setting him down.

“Mr. Fernandez," Elma addressed Lyndon politely.

Lyndon acknowledged her with a nod, then turned his gaze sharply towards the others.

"Which asshole dared to hit my son?"

He demanded, his voice sharp.

The man responsible for hitting Sheldon retorted furiously, "It was me. What are you going to do about it?"