Sheldon smirked. "Naturally, I'm a genius!"

"Don't get overconfident. This is just the beginning.”

"Dad, if you lived here, I would learn much faster."

Tilda listened quietly as they engaged in light conversation.

She could sense the anticipation in Sheldon's voice.

She clutched the sheet and quilt tightly and pressed her Lips together.

This was likely what they called kinship.

Sheldon inherited Lyndon's good character and accepted him as a father immediately.

She wasn't sure if she could keep this secret forever.

If not, what should she do?

Feeling slightly annoyed, she hurried to the laundry room and tossed the sheets and quilt into the washing machine.

After some time, she heard footsteps behind her.

"You don't have to give up the bedroom for me. I can sleep on the sofa." Lyndon entered the laundry room and spoke.

"It's fine. You helped me. It would be impolite to let a guest sleep on the sofa," Tilda came to herself and replied.

Lyndon wished to admit that he had Lied.

He had no intention of going on a business trip today.

Yet he refrained from speaking.

He feared that Tilda would be angered by the truth.

“What about you? Where will you sleep?" he inquired.

“I will sleep with Elma," Tilda responded, retrieving a fresh towel and toiletries from the closet. “These are for you."