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.

last farewell, but she didn’t

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

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

had lost his Grandma Sybil just a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too much for

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

gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if her

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

his tears; his heart was filled with deep

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

babyish voice, asked, “Daddy, what happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is Mommy’s good

fled back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered

them back to their room, leaving their mother to talk privately

good memory so she remembered.

Elowen’s words, Zephyr’s aged figure

Leopold knew Thalassa.