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.

but she didn’t have the

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

face showed signs of vicissitudes and his hair had turned significantly whiter,

had not yet overcome that pain when he lost

eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to

before Leopold’s gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if

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

heart was filled with

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

to Uncle? Why is his picture on

Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered Leopold

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

good memory so

Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his

Leopold knew Thalassa.

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