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

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 tears from her eyes, which trailed down her cheeks and onto

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

Grandma Sybil just a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost

tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his

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

of losing a son

tears; his heart was

front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were staring

to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is Mommy’s good friend.”

with the kids, they had encountered Leopold at the

then. Their grandmother had taken them back to their room, leaving their

had a good memory so she

aged figure trembled, nearly losing his

Leopold knew Thalassa.