Tilda nodded in acknowledgment, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you!"

As silence enveloped the room once more, Lyndon glanced at his watch and announced, "I'm heading out now."

With all the arrangements being made, it was time for him to depart.

"Dad, can you stay tonight? I'm a Little scared," Sheldon implored, rushing to Lyndon and gripping his hand tightly.

Lyndon arched an eyebrow, casting a questioning glance at Tilda. Did she want him to stay?

Though he had no objections, he couldn't help but anticipate potential backlash from Tilda.

Tilda hesitated, expressing reluctance. “Sheldon, come here. Don't bother Mr. Fernandez. Aren't you a brave young man? What is there to be afraid of?"

Instead of obeying Tilda's call, Sheldon edged closer to Lyndon, his grip on Lyndon's hand tightening.

"Even though I'm a little man, I'm not yet grown up. I can still feel scared," he reasoned earnestly.

“Besides, I'm still young. If there are bad guys, I won't be able to protect you. I need my dad."

Sheldon's maturity shone through his words.

Tilda remained firm in her stance. “I don't require anyone's protection. I can fend for myself," she asserted confidently.

The little boy blinked innocently, his gaze unwavering as he said frankly, "But you were terrified by the dead mouse earlier and even retched. Tilda, you're scared too, right?"

Tilda was left momentarily speechless. What a clever little boy! Did he really have to point that out?

“Mr. Fernandez is always busy and doesn't have much free time to spare. We shouldn't bother him," Tilda interjected, reaching out to take Sheldon's hand.

However, Sheldon quickly evaded her touch and instead sought refuge by hugging Lyndon's thigh.

"Dad, are you busy?" he inquired with wide-eyed innocence.

Lyndon met Sheldon's gaze, his expression softening. "I'm not busy," he responded.

"Then, can you stay with us tonight?" Sheldon's voice held a childish plea, his eyes brimming with longing as he clung to Lyndon's leg.

Lyndon's heart melted at the sight.