The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel 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.

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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.

She yearned to bid him one last farewell, but she didn't have the right to do so.

All she could do was to stand from a distance 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 out the hot tears from her eyes, which trailed down her cheeks and onto her chin.

At Leopold's tombstone, 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, as if he had aged a decade overnight.

He had lost 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 for Zephyr, who was no longer young.

He wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes; he hunched his back and was unable to stand straight.

Amelia knelt before Leopold's gravestone, hugging it while sobbing uncontrollably as if her world had collapsed.

Leopold's father, Payton Sinclair, watched with a heart full of sorrow. The pain of losing a son was unbearable, yet he was unable to turn things around.

He had loved Thalassa for so many years and was depressed for just as many.

Zephyr felt heartbroken every time he thought about Leopold.

Lysander glanced at Zephyr, noticing his grief. He clasped Elowen's small hand in his, and with a deep voice said, "He is your brother; he has gone to a faraway place and won't be coming back."

Lysander's expression was serious. Elowen, although young and naive, could sense that her father seemed upset. She blinked her bright eyes and didn't speak again.

Many people had attended the funeral that day, their expressions full of remembrance and sorrow. The atmosphere was solemn.

The sky was overcast, making the air seem heavy and suffocating. The oppressive heat added to people's discomfort.

Thalassa stood outside the cemetery, watching the funeral proceedings from afar.

Suddenly, Lysander's gaze shifted towards her. The moment she met his piercing gaze, her heart had a fierce jolt.