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.

fuel up and recharge your systems so Sheldon can have a sibling

gone on long

in a firm tone, “Elma, you’re

and I didn’t do anything,

Elma blurted out, “Then what were you doing upstairs for

explained, “I was sleeping, and he stayed

being appeased, Tilda’s reply only made Elma furrowed

“Mr.

you company? In

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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room, her voice trailing off as she

impotent? That

a problem! It must be because you’re injured so he

deeper shade of

if you continue to jump to conclusions, I swear I’ll stop discussing anything with you!” Tilda pouted, glaring at

the least bit cowed by Tilda’s

was still busy playing with

still sleeping

Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her with extra attention

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