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She wondered if Brea’s words stemmed from the conversations at dinner or concerns about Sheldon’s place in the family.

Seeing the change in Tilda’s expression, Brea hurried to clarify, “Oh, don’t get me wrong.

I didn’t mean to imply anything.

It’s just that with the size of the Fernandez business, Sheldon might find it lonely being an only child.

”

Brea’s voice grew wistful.

“When I was young, I only had Lyndon, and now he has no siblings to rely on within the company.

It’s been tough for him.

”

She sighed, a hint of regret lacing her tone.

“I often wish I’d had more children.

So, if it’s possible, and you’re both willing, why not consider it? But of course, let things happen as they will.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m not pressuring you-just hoping for the best for you both.

”

Brea’s words were laced with sincerity, indicating that she didn’t mind that Sheldon was not her grandson.

Relief washed over Tilda, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Brea, I understand,” she said softly.

Brea appreciated Tilda‘’s easygoing nature.

“Alright, sweetheart,” she teased, “get upstairs and rest.

Your husband wouldn’t want you feeling drained.

”

Tilda’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

“Brea!”

Brea winked.

“Go on.

Early night for both of us.

”

“Okay,” Tilda agreed, returning the sentiment.

As she climbed the stairs to the guest room, she instinctively placed a hand on her lower abdomen, her lips pressing together in a thoughtful line.

Another child?

While Brea was right about a single child being lonely, Tilda simply wasn’t ready.

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Library

Everything felt too soon.

Her relationship with Lyndon had barely taken root, and already, another life was being considered.

It wasn’t what she wanted.

“Thinking about something?”

Lyndon’s voice startled her from her reverie.

Tilda shook her head, snapping back to reality.

“Nothing.

”

Lyndon studied her with concern.

“Did Mom give you a hard time?”

Tilda forced a laugh.

“Absolutely not.

Don’t worry, your mom wouldn’t do that.

”

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, skepticism coloring his expression.

He knew his mother well enough to understand she wouldn’t deliberately make things difficult, but…

“Fancy a bath?” he asked casually.