Yet, she wondered, what if Tilda rejected him?

“Jameson, Kendal, thanks to the both of you," Lyndon said, showing his gratitude.

“We didn't do much. Your son's had a tough time. Make sure to apply ice to his injury to bring down the swelling," Jameson suggested with a smile.

"Indeed, I will."

Lyndon agreed, removing Sheldon's earphones and gently patting his head.

Kendal, observing the little boy, said with a smile, "Your son looks exactly like you. He's like a mini version of you."

Jameson chimed in, "No doubt about it, he's inherited your fantastic genes completely."

Lyndon subtly lifted his eyebrows and turned his gaze towards Sheldon.

It was clear that they were flattering him by praising Sheldon's good looks. But he had to admit that Sheldon indeed looked remarkably like him.

Maybe it was their striking similarity that fate used to weave their lives together, hinting at a shared future as a family.

Once the government officials had left, Lyndon's attention shifted to Elma.

Elma quickly showed her appreciation, saying, "Mr. Fernandez, I'm so thankful for your help today."

Lyndon responded, "It's nothing. Do you have any first aid supplies at home? If not, I can buy some from the pharmacy."

"I've got some," Elma responded in a hurry.

With a child around, it was common sense to have basic medical supplies on hand.

“Let's head out, then." Lyndon, holding the boy, began to move forward.

Was he making his way to their home? Elma wondered.

Surprised, Elma paused briefly before deciding to follow him.

Lyndon seemed like a good man. Spending more time with Sheldon might convince Tilda.

Guided by Elma and carrying Sheldon, Lyndon arrived at their apartment building and took the elevator to the 15th floor.