The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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

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 and onto her chin:

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 if he had aged a decade

his Grandma Sybil just a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too much

of his eyes; he hunched his back and

hugging it while sobbing

heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing

wiped his tears; his heart was filled with deep

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

with her babyish voice, asked, “Daddy, what happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him,

fled back to Hollowbrook with the kids,

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

good memory so she remembered.

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his

Leopold knew Thalassa.