"Lyndon, what are you shouting about? Have you forgotten everything I told you?"

Lyndon's face showed clear displeasure, his lips pressed together tightly as he tried to hold back his anger.

Brea gave him a stern look, then softened as she turned to Tilda.

"Tilda, you've carried so much all these years. If you need to let it out, just do it. And if he so much as talks back, I'll deal with him myself."

Hearing this, Tilda felt a surge of warmth.

Her mother-in-law had been very kind to her. It felt like life had handed her a blessing to make up for the motherly love she lost.

"Brea, I'm sorry. I was thinking only of myself," Tilda said, offering another apology.

Brea responded with a reassuring smile, "It's all right, truly. I understand. Everyone acts for a reason, and you surely had yours."

"Thank you for your understanding," Tilda said, her smile reflecting her relief.

Lyndon watched the exchange, feeling somewhat excluded.

Tilda could easily apologize to his mother, yet she struggled to offer him even a gentle word.

Did she harbor that much resentment toward him?

"Lyndon, I've just told this to your father, and he's quite excited. We've been invited to dinner tonight at the Fernandez estate, and he wants to share the news with your grandparents," Brea informed Lyndon.

Then she turned to Tilda. "Tilda, there's no need to rush away. Join us for dinner and head to Skrix the next morning."

Tilda felt a jolt of anxiety rise in her chest as she heard those words. "But Sheldon has school tomorrow."

She was secretly concerned that now that Brea discovered Sheldon was a Fernandez, she might want to keep him closer to the family in Betton, which was a troubling thought for Tilda.

"No worries, the helicopter's fast. We'll get Sheldon to kindergarten tomorrow morning," Brea said gently.

She made no mention of moving Sheldon to a school in Betton.

Tilda's lips pressed together, a quiet sense of relief washing over her, though she stayed silent.

Sensing her thoughts, Brea continued, "Tilda, you don't need to fret. We do want to keep Sheldon close, but your wishes come first. You're his mother—no one can take him away from you. Wherever you decide he should go to school, that's where he'll be. No one else gets a say."

Brea's support was unwavering, filled with kindness.

Tilda's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you, Brea," she whispered.

Brea pulled her into a warm embrace. "Oh, you silly thing, we're family. I'm always here for you. If anything's ever on your mind, just come to me. I'm not one of those overbearing mothers-in-Law, am I?"

Tilda's tearful smile broke through. "No, you're the most wonderful mother-in-law I could ask for."