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

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

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,

lost his Grandma Sybil just a while ago and he had not yet overcome that pain when he lost his

at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his

while sobbing uncontrollably as if her

heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was unable to turn

his tears; his heart

grave. Their innocent eyes

happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on

the kids, they had encountered Leopold

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

memory so

aged figure trembled, nearly

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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