A pungent aroma wafted through the air, prompting Tilda to look at the stove.

“Elma, what are you cooking? It’s about to burn.

Elma’s eyes went wide and she quickly turned to the stove.

“Oh, my braised lamb!”

Braised lamb?

The pungent aroma of lamb that permeated the air suddenly made sense.

Tilda frowned at Elma.

Elma, why are you making this? Sheldon and I don’t enjoy eating it.

Elma dished the tender and flavorful braised lamb, expertly cooked to near perfection.

“This dish isn’t for you and Sheldon.

I cooked it to nourish Mr.

Fernandez.

You and Sheldon can have the chicken soup.

Both you and Mr.

your systems so Sheldon can have a sibling as

this had gone

a firm tone, “Elma,

and I didn’t do anything,

“Then what were you doing upstairs for

was sleeping,

of being appeased, Tilda’s reply only

“Mr.

you company? In your

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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room,

impotent? That can’t

looks like a virile young man; he can’t have such a problem! It

deeper shade of red and her head was close to

conclusions, I swear I’ll stop discussing anything with you!” Tilda pouted, glaring

laughing, not the least bit cowed by Tilda’s

to Lyndon who was still busy playing with Sheldon and her laughter

still

mental note to discreetly suggest to Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower

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