Lyndon gave Ivy a look before turning to Tilda. “Everything okay with you?"

Tilda shook her head. “How did you two find yourselves out here?"

"Sheldon got worried when you didn't return for a bit, so he sent me to check on you," Lyndon explained.

A warmth spread through Tilda. She affectionately patted Sheldon's head and murmured, "Let's head back."

"Do you need help carrying him?"

"It's fine, I've got him."

Ivy watched them with a mix of emotions, her face contorting slightly.

Why was Lyndon here, acting so close to Tilda?

When Ivy's gaze landed on Sheldon, she froze.

The boy really looked like...

"Tilda, wait a minute!" she called out.

But Tilda, with Sheldon in her arms, continued on, ignoring Ivy.

Lyndon stayed protectively by her side.

Ivy, driven by jealousy, sped up to block their path.

"Tilda, I said wait! Can't you hear?"

Tilda looked at her coldly. "Need something from me? Or you want to add to your leg injury?"

Ivy was pissed off and winced from the sharp pain in her leg.

She looked at Lyndon with desperate eyes. “Lyndon, she hit me. My face, my leg, she's to blame for all of this!"

Lyndon replied indifferently, “The only thing I saw was your servant hurting her. And she won't pick fights for no reason. If she struck you, there had to be a reason behind it."

Ivy was rendered speechless. Was he really taking Thila's side without question? Had he fallen for her? She couldn't let it happen.