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Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of calculation behind her gaze.

After the meal and some time at the Fernandezes’ house, the evening wound down, and everyone dispersed to their homes.

At their residence, Brea directed Elma to take Sheldon for his bath, transitioning the household to quieter evening routines.

“Lyndon, Rosalynn is still in the hospital, and Mrs.

Moreno arrived in Betton yesterday.

Join me tomorrow to visit them,” Brea mentioned casually.

“Of course, Mom,” Lyndon agreed without hesitation.

“Lyndon, come with me to the study,” Barnes summoned, wanting to discuss business matters.

Lyndon nodded and cast a concerned look at Tilda.

“Mom, please keep the conversation light.

Tilda should rest soon; she’s still recovering,” he reminded gently, protective instincts in full display.

Brea raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh, relax.

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I won’t be harsh with your wife.

”

Lyndon offered a soft chuckle, reassured, and made his way to the study.

Tilda, momentarily self-conscious in the family dynamics, saw a servant approaching with tea and seized the opportunity to demonstrate her goodwill.

She quickly took the cup and presented it to Brea herself.

Brea accepted the tea with a gracious smile.

“There’s no need for such formality, Tilda.

Trust me, I’m far from the stereotypical harsh mother-in-law.

”

Tilda responded with a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice, “I felt a bond with you from our very first meeting, Brea.

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Despite their few interactions, Brea’s open and warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual high society stiffness.

Conversing with Brea felt very effortless for Tilda.

Brea, sipping her tea, looked at Tilda fondly.

“I never had a daughter, so for me, my daughter-in-law is my daughter.

”

“I promise to be as devoted to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing her new family role with open arms.

Brea set her teacup aside with a graceful motion, her expression softening as she addressed Tilda.

“How are things between you and Lyndon?”

She feared her son was still not over Rosanna and might inadvertently hurt Tilda’s feelings.

Tilda cast her gaze downward, her voice low but sincere.

“Quite well, actually.

”

“That’s reassuring to hear,” Brea responded, her tone becoming more serious.

“Listen, Tilda, if Lyndon ever gives you trouble, you must tell me.

I’ll make sure to set him straight.

”

Tilda offered a warm smile, touched by her concern.

“Thank you.

It means a lot to hear that from you.

”

Brea leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

“And, if you can, it might be nice to think about expanding your family while you’re both young.

I’d love to help with the little ones.

”

The suggestion momentarily dimmed Tilda’s smile.