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 right to

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

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 decade overnight.

a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The

the corners of his eyes; he hunched his

sobbing uncontrollably as if her world had collapsed.

of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was

his heart was filled with

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

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

to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered

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

good memory so

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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