Then, their questions took a sharper turn.

"Mrs. Fernandez, you have a son, right? Can you confirm who his biological father is?"

"Mr. Fernandez, your marriage is said to be a business arrangement. Did your wife get involved with another man and become pregnant before marrying you? Is that the reason you two have no feelings for each other?"

Their relentless interrogation was ruthless.

Lyndon had no intention of responding. At first, he ignored them, his expression unreadable.

But when they mentioned the child, his entire demeanor shifted.

His footsteps halted. His sharp gaze swept over the reporters, and the air grew heavy. "Think before you speak," he warned, his voice cold and cutting. "Sensationalizing stories for views is one thing, but if I see even a single report defaming my wife, you'll regret it." His tone was calm, but deadly. A suffocating silence fell over the crowd.

Then, he added, "And let me be clear—my son is my biological child. I won't tolerate any more rumors regarding him. If I hear even a whisper of speculation about my son, you'll all find yourselves out of jobs."

His words carried undeniable finality.

Without another glance at the stunned reporters, Lyndon turned and led Tilda into the car.

The moment the doors slammed shut and the vehicle pulled away, the reporters finally exhaled.

Since Lyndon hadn't outright suppressed the news about him and Tilda, the reporters felt empowered to press him with those questions.

They thought he was indifferent to the online trends. In truth, he let them be because they hadn't trespassed yet.

"It seems Lyndon truly cares about his wife, which contradicts the rumors that he is still obsessed with his late first love."

"Exactly! And did you hear what he said? 'My son is my biological child.' What if their marriage wasn't just a business deal? Could it be that Tilda was pregnant with his child before they got married?"

"Oh! That actually makes sense! Maybe they once crossed paths before they got married. But when Tilda realized Lyndon didn't love her, she left without telling him she was pregnant. She must have raised the child on her own until Lyndon found out. And once he realized the boy was his, they finally got married!"

"That explains everything!"

They pieced together their own version of events, confident in their theory.

Meanwhile, inside the car, Lyndon and Tilda remained unaware of the reporters' speculations.

Lyndon was on the phone with his assistant, directing him to suppress all news related to Sheldon.

He didn't care about all the other trending topics. But every discussion regarding Sheldon had to be suppressed.

Tilda, sitting in the passenger seat, was deep in thought.

Thinking about how fiercely Lyndon had defended her son and her earlier, she pressed her lips together.

Her fingers tightened slightly against her lap. No matter what, Lyndon was a good father.