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.

to bid him one last farewell, but she didn’t have the

of people in black mourning clothes paying their respects by Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew past the corners of her

radiant Leopold. He was visibly grief–stricken; his face showed signs of vicissitudes and his hair had turned significantly whiter, as if

that pain when

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

gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if her world had collapsed.

with a heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was unable

his tears; his heart was

Their innocent eyes were staring at the familiar picture on the

Why is his picture

back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered

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

had a good memory

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

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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