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 have the right

The humid summer breeze

looked at a picture of a young, radiant Leopold. He was visibly grief–stricken; his face showed signs of vicissitudes and his hair had turned significantly whiter, as if he had aged

ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive

of his eyes; he hunched his back

hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as

pain of losing a

his heart was filled with deep sadness.

black stood in front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent

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

kids, they

them back to their room, leaving their mother to talk privately with Uncle Leopold.

had a good memory so she remembered.

Elowen’s words, Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly

Leopold knew Thalassa.