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.

yearned to bid him one last farewell, but

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 trailed down her cheeks

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,

pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too

at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to stand

sobbing uncontrollably as if

Payton Sinclair, watched with a heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing a

heart was filled with

four kids dressed in black stood in front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were

Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is

the kids, they had encountered Leopold at the

back to their

good memory so she remembered.

figure trembled,

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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