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.

but she didn’t have the right

Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew past

Leopold’s tombstone, 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 turned

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

his eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to

hugging it while sobbing

heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing a son was unbearable,

his tears; his heart was filled with deep sadness.

of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent

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

had fled back to Hollowbrook with the kids,

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

a good memory

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his

Leopold knew Thalassa.