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

do was to stand from a distance and watch 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

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 a decade overnight.

overcome that pain when he lost

the tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to

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

of sorrow. The pain of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was unable to turn things around.

his heart was filled with deep sadness.

kids dressed in black stood in front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were staring at the familiar picture

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

the kids, they

back to their room, leaving their mother to talk

a good memory so she

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his

Leopold knew Thalassa.