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“Weren’t you? Look, your eyes are still red,” Elma teased gently.

“I was just…”

“Sorry,” Lyndon interrupted, his voice soft and sincere.

Tilda swallowed her words, looking at him in surprise.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.

”

It was not his fault, yet he still apologized.

He felt like he failed his duties as a husband and a father.

He failed to protect Tilda and Sheldon well.

Lyndon said nothing, his dark eyes filled of regret.

Sheldon sensed the tension.

Were mom and dad having a disgareement?

Sheldon blinked at Tilda with his wide, doe-like eyes and said, “Mom, I’m thirsty.

”

Tilda handed him his water bottle.

“Here, sweetheart.

”

Sheldon took several gulps, then turned to Lyndon.

“Dad, are you thirsty?”

“I’m fine,” Lyndon replied.

“You went to see me after your work.

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Here, drink,” Sheldon insisted, offering his water bottle.

Lyndon raised an eyebrow.

“This is your bottle.

”

Sheldon grinned.

“I don’t mind sharing with you.

”

Lyndon chuckled.

“But I do…”

“Dad, do you mind my saliva?” Sheldon asked, eyes wide with innocence.

Lyndon Laughed softly.

“No, I mind my own.

”

“It’s okay.

I don’t mind.

Just drink,” Sheldon urged.

Watching their interaction, Tilda felt a mix of emotions.

“Alright, sharing isn’t very hygienic.

I’ll get your dad a fresh cup of water,” she said, moving to get a cup.

Sheldon glanced at her with a mischievous smile.

“But Mom, why can you and Dad share a cup of water?”