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.

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

by Leopold’s grave. The humid summer breeze blew past the corners of her eyes

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

not yet overcome that pain when he lost his great–grandson. The successive losses were too much for

eyes; he hunched his back and was

while sobbing uncontrollably as if her world had collapsed.

of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was unable to turn things

his tears; his heart was filled with

in front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were

what happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is Mommy’s

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

to their room, leaving

good memory

words, Zephyr’s aged figure

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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