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She began with a slew of complaints, her voice anything but welcoming.

Lyndon, not bothered, looked at his watch.

“Wie just watched for a short while.

It’s not going to harm his eyes.

”

Tilda retorted, “But that misses the whole point.

Sheldon’s just a kid, why start him on computers so early?”

“Because he shows a genuine interest in computers,” Lyndon explained.

Tilda scowled.

“Children take interest in many things, does that mean we should let them dive into anything? Mr.

Fernandez, if you don’t know the first thing about raising kids, it’s best you don’t mislead him with your opinions.

”

Tilda couldn’t fathom why Lyndon felt so comfortable marching into her home as if he ran the place.

Lyndon kept up with her as she left carrying Sheldon.

“Or do you prefer him to stick to word chain game with you all day?

He’s a boy, are you planning to raise him to be a sissy poet or artist?”

Tilda found herself at a loss for words.

How could he even think that way?

She halted, set Sheldon down, and turned to confront the calm man with a mix of irritation and disbelief.

“When did enjoying literature and the arts ever diminish a man’s masculinity?”

Lyndon nodded.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, not entirely.

But there’s this old saying, ‘A scholar isn’t much use for anything,’ right?”

Tilda, surprised, snapped back, “So, you think messing around with computers is what makes someone worthwhile?”

“Not quite,” Lyndon replied.

“But if Sheldon finds computers interesting, we ought to encourage that, don’t you think?” He watched her closely, gauging her response.

Tilda shot him a look.

“Encourage what? Video games? Mr.

Fernandez, let me make myself clear.

If you know nothing about parenting, please don’t come here and lead my… Sheldon astray.

”

In her fervor, Tilda almost spilled more than she intended!

She could forget the mistake he had made four years ago, but why couldn’t he just leave her and her child alone now?

“Don’t be upset.

Who told you I was teaching him gaming? I’m actually introducing him to programming,” Lyndon said, noting the color in Tilda’s cheeks with a relaxed tone.

Caught off guard, Tilda looked over at Sheldon, who seemed just as confused, and pushed up her glasses.

“You’re teaching him programming? How old do you think he is? He’s barely even touched a computer before.

”

Lyndon remarked, “You didn’t know Sheldon’s really good with computers? Given your lack of knowledge about computers, I’m not surprised.

”

Tilda was at a loss for words again.