Ivy's face changed quickly as she turned her attention to Sheldon.

Seeing him up close, she noticed how much he looked like both Tilda and Lyndon.

Could this child be theirs? The idea took her by surprise. That was impossible!

Lyndon's heart was supposed to be with the late Rosanna. How could Sheldon be their child?

It had to be a coincidence!

"Tilda, who is this child? Why does he resemble you so much?" Ivy asked.

Tilda's face hardened, and she pulled Sheldon closer.

"It's none of your concern," she said, and walked away.

Ivy's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Is he your son? He must be the result of a fling with some man, right?"

Tilda froze, her facial expression shifting noticeably.

“Ivy Larson, you better be careful with your words, or you'll regret it," she warned.

Ivy felt a sudden reminder of a past slap on her face.

Glancing between Sheldon and Tilda, Ivy speculated with a hint of malice, "Why are you getting so worked up? Oh, I get it, men aren't your thing. So, how did this happen? But you've been in relationships in the past. Is it possible that you were coerced, and that's why you have this child and now you can't stand the touch of any man?"

Tilda turned pale upon hearing this, holding Sheldon even closer to her.

Sheldon, noticing Tilda's distress, wiggled in her arms.

“Put me down, Tilda," he requested.

Once on the ground, Sheldon took small steps towards Ivy and boldly declared, "Stay away, you ugly witch! You smell awful. You must Live in the sewer!"

His innocent voice delivered a surprisingly fierce rebuke.

Tilda, previously upset, found herself chuckling at Sheldon's words.

This delightful and smart little boy was her pride, something she'd never regret having.