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.

one last farewell, but she didn’t have the

do was to stand from a 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 her eyes and brought out the hot tears from her eyes, which

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

overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses

the tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his

before Leopold’s gravestone, hugging it while sobbing

of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was

his tears; his heart

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

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

with the kids,

them back to their room, leaving their mother to talk privately with Uncle Leopold.

good memory

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

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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