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.
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.
Leopold’s grandfather wiped his tears; his heart was filled with deep sadness.
The four kids dressed in black stood in front of Leopold’s grave. Their innocent eyes were staring at the familiar picture on the tombstone.
Elowen, with her babyish voice, asked, “Daddy, what happened to Uncle? Why is his picture on the stone? I know him, he is Mommy’s good friend.”
When Thalassa had fled back to Hollowbrook with the kids, they had encountered Leopold at the Hollowbrook residence.
The kids had seen Leopold then. Their grandmother had taken them back to their room, leaving their mother to talk privately with Uncle Leopold.
Elowen had a good memory so she remembered.
Hearing Elowen’s words, Zephyr’s aged figure trembled, nearly losing his balance.
Leopold knew Thalassa.
He had been so sunny and optimistic, handsome and upbeat. Since falling in love with Thalassa and breaking up with her, he had become melancholic and lost his youthful spirit.
He had loved Thalessa 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 gnef. He clasped Elowen’s small hand in his, and with a deep voice said, “He is your brother, he
gone to a faraway place and won’t be coming back.
ression was serious. Elewen, although young and naive, could sense that her father seemed upset. She blinked her bright cospaak again
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