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.

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

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

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

yet overcome that pain when he

of his eyes; he hunched his

knelt before Leopold’s gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as

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

his heart was

of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes

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

back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they

them back to their room,

memory

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

Leopold knew Thalassa.