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.

to bid him one last farewell, but she didn’t have the right

in black mourning clothes paying their respects by Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew

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

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 straight.

gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if her world had collapsed.

watched with a heart full of sorrow. The pain of

tears; his heart was filled with deep

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

his picture on the stone? I know him, he is Mommy’s good

back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they

Their grandmother had taken them back to their room, leaving their

had a good memory so she remembered.

figure trembled, nearly

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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