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Sheldon had been cradled safely in Lyndon’s arms, shielded from the unfolding scene.

But fear overcame him when he saw Tilda’s injury.

“Mommy’s bleeding!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with worry.

Elma swiftly took Sheldon from Lyndon, comforting him with gentle words despite her own anxiety.

“It’s okay, Sheldon.

Your mommy will be alright.

”

Tilda’s heart went out to her son.

The poor boy had already been through the trauma of a _ recent kidnapping, which had triggered a seizure.

She dreaded the idea of him being scared again.

She managed a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, Sheldon.

It looks worse than it is.

Mommy’s okay.

”

“But you’re bleeding!” Sheldon insisted, tears welling up.

Lyndon steadied Tilda, speaking calmly but firmly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Sheldon, Daddy will take Mommy to the doctor first.

You’re so brave, buddy.

Let’s not make Mommy worry more, okay? She needs you strong.

”

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Hearing Lyndon’s words, Sheldon sniffled, valiantly attempting to stifle his tears.

“I won’t cry.

I’ll be strong,” he declared, his voice wavering.

“That’s the spirit,” Lyndon responded, offering a smile.

He turned to Tilda, his gaze Lingering on her for a moment before he spoke softly.

“Let’s go.

”

With a gentle hand, he helped Tilda into the elevator, their destination: the emergency department.

While they rode the elevator, Lyndon dialed a familiar doctor’s number.

Moments later, a hurried female doctor – the same one who’d seen Tilda before – arrived.

“Mr.

Fernandez,” she began, her voice laced with concern, “did Mrs.

Fernandez get hurt again?”

“Yes,” Lyndon replied curtly, his voice betraying a coldness he couldn’t quite shake.

“A lunatic stabbed her.

”

“Leave her to me,” the doctor assured him, her expression professional yet reassuring.

Silence stretched between them for a moment before Lyndon spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“She’s afraid of pain.

Be gentle with her, please.

”

The doctor offered a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I will take good care of her.

”

Tilda, surprised by Lyndon’s unexpected concern, met his gaze briefly before quickly looking away.

She followed the doctor into the treatment room, leaving Lyndon standing alone in the hallway.

Elma, who had followed them, settled onto a nearby bench with Sheldon nestled in her arms.

She couldn’t help but notice Lyndon’s rigid posture, his face a mask of worry.

“Mr.

Fernandez, why don’t you take a seat and rest for a bit?” she suggested gently.

Lyndon blinked, seemingly pulled back from his thoughts.

“I need a cigarette,” he mumbled, heading towards the exit