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.

farewell, but she didn’t have

paying their respects by Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew past the corners of her eyes and

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

when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too much

the tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his back

Leopold’s gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if her world

of

grandfather wiped his tears; his heart

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

Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is

back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered

had seen Leopold then. Their grandmother had taken them back to their room, leaving

good memory so she remembered.

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Leopold knew Thalassa.