Tilda looked at him with a pretend serious face.

Yet, seeing the bruises on his face, Tilda's heart softened.

She knelt down, gently held his face, and asked in a soft voice, “Are you still hurting?"

Sheldon blinked his large eyes and said with determination, "Tilda, I'm strong. It doesn't hurt."

Tilda softly touched his hair and smiled weakly, then stood and turned to Lyndon. "Elma has already filled me in. Thanks for today."