The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 843

He moved the spoon to her lips again, scooping up a spoonful of oatmeal. The sweet and wet oatmeal touched her lips and moistened her dry mouth.

Thalassa stiffened a bit, opening her mouth to accept the oatmeal he was spoon–feeding her.

As Lysander went to scoop a second spoonful, Thalassa hastily reached for the bowl in his hands, “I’ll do it myself.”

Without refusing, Lysander handed the bowl to her.

She took small bites, struggling to swallow. A cough escaped her lips, drawing Lysander’s deep gaze towards her.

With determination, Thalassa managed to swallow the oatmeal hard that was almost coughed out.

Leopold’s funeral took place two days later at the Sinclair family’s upscale cemetery.

Zephyr allowed Thalassa’s four kids to attend Leopold’s funeral, but not Thalassa herself.

bid him one last farewell, but she didn’t

a group of people in black mourning clothes paying their respects by Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew past the corners of her eyes and brought out the hot tears from her eyes, which trailed down

Zephyr looked at a picture of a young, radiant Leopold. He was visibly grief–stricken; his face showed signs of vicissitudes and his hair had

Sybil just a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The

away the tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to stand straight.

sobbing uncontrollably as if her world

father, Payton Sinclair, watched with a heart full of sorrow. The pain of

tears; his heart was filled with

front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were staring at

her babyish voice, asked, “Daddy, what happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I

the kids, they

Their grandmother had taken them back to their room,

a good memory so

Elowen’s words, Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his balance.

Leopold knew Thalassa.