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

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

tombstone, Zephyr looked at 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

yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too much for Zephyr, who was

wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes; he

sobbing uncontrollably as if

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

tears; his heart was filled

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

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

to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered Leopold at the Hollowbrook residence.

Leopold then. Their grandmother had taken them back to

good memory so she remembered.

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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