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Elma, sensing Tilda’s silence, asked softly, “Tilda, does that Mr.

Wright still have feelings for you?”

Tilda understood her concern and reassured her, “Don’t worry, Elma.

I know my place.

I won’t cheat on Lyndon.

”

Despite knowing that Lyndon didn’t love her, she wouldn’t out of spite pursue a relationship with Keanu.

That would be unfair to everyone involved.

The elevator arrived, and Lyndon strode in with Sheldon cradled in his arms.

Tilda quickly followed, with Elma trailing behind, feeling a sense of reassurance seeing them together but still worried about Keanu.

Elma silently hoped the couple would strengthen their bond and perhaps even welcome another child soon.

As the elevator descended to the ground floor, they stepped out and headed toward the hospital entrance.

From the opposite direction, a familiar figure approached, her expression growing agitated at the sight of Lyndon.

“Lyndon!”

Lyndon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized the person.

It was Evita, Tilda’s high school classmate.

She was the one who had drugged Tilda and Keanu at their last class reunion.

In retaliation, Lyndon had handed her over to a vagrant, resulting in her becoming a tabloid sensation.

Tilda also recognized Evita.

Seeing her agitated expression, she felt a surge of anger and her gaze turned icy.

What was Evita angry about?

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Was she blaming Lyndon for retaliating too cruelly against her?

Wasn’t she the one who brought this upon herself?

They were not saints, so there was no justification for them to pardon Evita’s misdeeds without retaliating, were there?

Evita rushed up to them, her eyes burning with deep-seated hatred.

Remembering the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of the vagrant, how she had become a laughingstock, and how her fiancé had left her, she was filled with rage.

“Lyndon, you damned asshole! You ruined me! You deserve to die!”

Evita screamed.

Lyndon started at her coldly.

“Miss Lawrence, if you’re out of your mind, please go see a doctor.

Don’t behave like a madwoman, biting everyone you encounter.

You mentioned I ruined you? Come on, your own poor choices in friends lead to your downfall,” he retorted.

Evita was taken aback, her fingers digging into her palms in anger at his contemptuous gaze.