Tilda froze, caught off guard by her son's bold deduction.

Where did he get such ideas?

She laughed softly, pinching his cheek affectionately, and offered him a piece of fruit. “Where do you get these ideas?"

“Mom, just say it. Am I right?"

Sheldon wasn't about to let her deflect. Dodging playfully, he Leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Caught between amusement and mild embarrassment-especially with Keanu watching-Tilda sighed and nodded. "Yes, you're right."

Sheldon puffed up with pride, as if he'd just solved the greatest mystery in the world.

Turning to Keanu, he asked with childlike bluntness, "Mr. Wright, are you married?"

Keanu, startled by the sudden question, hesitated. "Not yet."

Sheldon tilted his head, his expression one of sage-like wisdom.

"Well, when you get married, you should learn from my dad. He loves my mom a lot. You should love your wife the same way."

Keanu had felt something was off with Sheldon since he walked in.

Now he finally realized that Sheldon was subtly warning him.

As he tuned into Sheldon's meaningful words, the realization dawned on him.

Sheldon was subtly hinting that his parents shared an exceptionally close bond!

The child showed great sense beyond his years.

But Keanu couldn't shake the feeling that someone was guiding him to behave this way.

Was it Lyndon?

“Dinner's ready! Tilda, Sheldon, Keanu, come on over!"

Corrine's voice floated in from the kitchen before Keanu could dwell further.

Tilda, still feeling awkward about Sheldon's words, immediately stood up when Corrine called out to them.

"Coming!" Tilda called. "I'll help serve the dishes."

Keanu and Sheldon remained on the sofa.

The boy's small frame seemed so harmless, yet Keanu couldn't shake the strange sense of déja vu. He looked at Sheldon's profile, noticing a peculiar resemblance between him and Lyndon.