He remarked, "I didn't expect your son to be a big boy already. You still look like a college girl."

Tilda gave a light smile. "I'll consider that a compliment."

"I mean it," Reggie replied, his gaze holding something deeper than friendly warmth.

Not far off, Sheldon crouched behind a corner, clutching his small phone. He snapped a photo of the two walking side by side, then quickly sent it to Lyndon.

He added a message: "Dad, if you don't win Mom back soon, get ready to watch her fall for someone else and leave you in the dust!"

At that moment, Lyndon was riding in a taxi on his way to the hospital, eyes closed in exhaustion.

After hearing that Rosalynn had delivered her babies, there was no doubt—-he had to make a trip to Skrix and personally offer his congratulations.

But work had swallowed up his day. It wasn't until two hours ago that he finally found a window, booked a private jet, and flew to Skrix.

The ding of a message pulled him from his brief rest. He opened his eyes, pulled out his phone, and checked the notification.

The moment he read Sheldon's message, he straightened in his seat and his dark eyes narrowed with focus.

Tilda had gone to see Rosalynn with another man?

He tapped on the photo, zooming in. The man was tall, good- looking, and clearly engaged in the moment. Tilda stood beside him, smiling in a way that made something twist in Lyndon's chest. The two looked far too close for comfort.

Lyndon's expression darkened, his jaw tightening as a flicker of irritation sparked in his eyes.

It had already been a week since his last phone call with Tilda, and she hadn't reached out at all.

Even after Rosalynn gave birth, she hadn't called to ask if he wanted to visit together. Not even a casual message.

It was as if she'd erased him from her life. And now she was at the hospital with another man! Was this man some kind of backup plan?

Outside the car window, the city lights streaked past Like blades of light, casting a stark, cold glow across his handsome features.

At Skrix Hospital, Tilda and Reggie arrived outside Rosalynn's room, both surprised to discover that the person they were visiting was the same one.

"Tilda, you're here to see Mrs. Hughes too?" Reggie asked, brows lifting slightly in amusement.

Tilda smiled. "Yes, Rosalynn's a friend of mine. I didn't realize you knew her."

Reggie said, "I've worked with Mr. Hughes a few times. Over time, we got to know each other."

After a brief exchange, Reggie opened the door and gestured for Tilda to enter first.

Inside the spacious private suite, the room was filled with a warm, celebratory buzz.

Brian sat on the couch, animated and glowing with the joy of fatherhood.