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Knowing so much about their history left her feeling deeply sorry for the situation.

Tilda snapped back to attention, her fingers curling as she lowered her gaze and put on her glasses without saying a word.

“Alright, make sure to keep the wound dry and come back for a follow-up in a week,” the doctor reminded Tilda.

“Okay,” Tilda responded quietly.

“Your clothes are torn.

Wear my coat before you leave,” the doctor offered kindly, handing her coat to Tilda.

“Thank you,” Tilda said as she put on the coat and walked out.

Outside, Elma sat on a bench holding Sheldon.

When Tilda emerged, Elma hurriedly stood up.

“Tilda, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Tilda assured her.

“Mom, does it hurt?” Sheldon inquired, his big eyes filled with worry.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, sweetheart, it doesn’t hurt,” Tilda reassured him, gently patting his little head.

The doctor glanced around but didn’t see Lyndon.

“Where is Mr.

Fernandez?”

“Dad is probably off somewhere crying because he’s worried about Mom,”

Sheldon speculated.

Everyone exchanged surprised glances.

Just then, they spotted Lyndon striding toward them from a distance, his tall figure striking under the soft light.

ALL eyes were on him, silently questioning if Sheldon’s words held truth.

Lyndon’s focus was solely on Tilda as he approached her swiftly and asked in a soft voice, “Has your wound been treated?”

“Yes,” Tilda replied, meeting his gaze.

She noticed the faint redness around his eyes.

Had he really been crying?

Lyndon sensed the awkward atmosphere and Lightly touched his face, asking, “Is there something on my face?”

Tilda’s gaze faltered, and she looked away.

The doctor standing next to them couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Mr.

Fernandez, there’s nothing on your face.

I just didn’t expect you to be so emotional.

”

Lyndon was perplexed.

“What do you mean?”