Sheldon wouldn't go to kindergarten until next year, so she hadn't thought about it yet.

But sending Sheldon back to Skrix or enrolling him in a private school was definitely out of the question.

"I'll think about it. My family has a few connections. If I pull some strings, I can get Sheldon into a fine school," Tilda said after getting herself together.

Lyndon nodded thoughtfully at her words and asked, “But what are you going to do about the bullying? Even if you get him into a fine school, his peers can still make fun of him for being an orphan.

What happened today can happen again at any time. Do you want him to live in insecurity and fear?"

His tone was calm, but his words touched her heart.

Tilda clenched her fists, her expression hardening.

Of course, she didn't want any of that for Sheldon. She only wanted him to be happy and free, like how a kid should be.

She would do anything to give him that, except marry Lyndon and Live with him, even if it'd be only on paper!

Tensed silence fell into the room. The reflection of the setting sun against the window illuminated the side of her face.

Lyndon kept his gaze at her, waiting for her response.

Just then, the door swung open and revealed Elma, carrying many paper bags.

“Oh, Tilda, you're home," Elma exclaimed happily at seeing her.

Tilda looked away from Lyndon and turned around, sighing in relief of the disruption.

“Did you went out of buy groceries?" Tilda asked.

"Yes," Elma answered, looking at the two of them with a smile. "I'll be making dinner. Please stay and have dinner with us, Mr. Fernandez."

"Sure."

"No, he can't!"

Tilda and Lyndon answered at the same time.

Lyndon raised an eyebrow and looked at Tilda with inquiring eyes.