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.

so Sheldon can have a sibling as

had gone on

in a firm tone, “Elma,

didn’t do anything,

out, “Then what were you doing upstairs for

was

only made Elma furrowed

“Mr.

company?

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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room, her voice trailing

impotent? That can’t

young man; he can’t have such a

shade of red and her

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

out laughing, not the

still busy playing with Sheldon and

Lyndon were still sleeping in separate

a mental note to discreetly suggest to Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her with extra attention and devotion,

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