Sheldon giggled and said, "Dad, it looks like you peed! Why don't you hop in the shower? Otherwise, Tilda might laugh at you!"

Lyndon was at a loss for words.

What a naughty kid! He momentarily considered giving Sheldon a Light reprimand.

Meanwhile, Tilda was anxiously pacing in the corridor.

Lyndon and Sheldon should have been done by now. Why were they still inside?

Just as she was about to press her ear against the door to listen, it suddenly swung open.

Tilda was caught off guard and nearly collided with Lyndon.

She quickly grabbed the door frame to stop herself from stumbling forward.

Then, she took two steps back and adjusted her glasses to play it off.

She inquired, “Are you all done?"

Lyndon brushed the water stains off his trousers with his fingers and said, "Please help Sheldon get dressed."

His pants were soaked, so he needed to change them first.

Tilda initially didn't notice the water stains, but Lyndon's actions drew her attention to them.

She burst out laughing when she saw his predicament. “How did you get like this?"

Lyndon's expression soured as he stepped closer and asked, "Do you find this amusing?”

His sudden closeness made Tilda's heart race.

She avoided his gaze and quickly stepped back, trying to appear unfazed. “Did Sheldon do this?"

Lyndon replied, "Who else could it be? Me?"

"Yeah."

Lyndon was at a loss for words.