The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1157

Debby said to her, her voice thick with emotion.

Tears streamed down Thalassa’s face as she covered her mouth, her heart aching as though it were submerged in the depths of the ocean, struggling for breath.

After Leopold was laid to rest, indeed, she hadn’t come to visit him. She didn’t have the courage, fearing that the sight of his photograph would unleash a torrent of grief she couldn’t control.

She felt even less deserving of visiting him. The Sinclairs had forbidden her from stepping foot near Leopold’s grave, and she hadn’t figured out how to face him.

Now, cornered by Debby and facing his tombstone, her heart felt as though it had been carved out of her chest.

Debby recounted her own heartaches, and Thalassa could now understand her sorrow.

She had always assumed that Debby’s opposition against her stemmed from the petulance of a spoiled heiress, intent on claiming Leopold for herself out of sheer possessiveness.

Leopold, more deeply than Thalassa

the sea, as painful as its

her breath coming in

silent, choking back

Thalassa in such anguish, Debby’s emotions crumbled. Pain and rage burst forth as she grabbed Thalassa’s collar violently. “Talk to

resting place, Thalassa refused to engage in a brawl with Debby. S knew Leopold would never want to see them fighting. All her emotions

slipping off a

and hatred. She held onto Thalassa’s collar with a fierce grip, glaring at her venomously. “It should have been you who died, not him! Why are you

was a mix of anger and loathing, all the pain of the past month

understood

Leopold so deeply, and his death had brought her unbearable pain. The one she blamed the most was Thalassa, the

for Leopold falling for Thalassa first, Debby would have been with him

regretted it all. Why had she ever gotten involved with Leopold? If she hadn’t, none of the subsequent events would have happened.