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.


    Thssa stiffened a bit, opening her mouth to ept the oatmeal he was spoon–feeding her.


    As Lysander went to scoop a second spoonful, Thssa 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, Thssa managed to swallow the oatmeal hard that was almost coughed out.


    Leopold’s funeral took ce two dayster at the Sinir family’s upscale cemetery.


    Zephyr allowed Thssa’s four kids to attend Leopold’s funeral, but not Thssa herself.


    She yearned to bid him onest 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 ck 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 ovee that pain when he lost his


    great–grandson. The sessive 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 uncontrobly as if her world had


    copsed.


    Leopold’s father, Payton Sinir, 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 ck 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 Thssa 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 bnce.


    Leopold knew Thssa.


    He had been so sunny and optimistic, handsome and upbeat. Since falling in love with Thssa and


    breaking up with her, he had be mncholic 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 nced at Zephyr, noticing his gnef. He sped Elowen’s small hand in his, and with a


    deep voice said, “He is your brother, he


    gone to a faraway ce and won’t being back.


    ression was serious. Elewen, although young and naive, could sense that her father seemed upset.


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    She blinked her bright cospaak again


    tended the Cuneral Usal day their expressions full of remembrance and scrow. The almost


    my and suffocating. The oppressive heat added to people’s difort.


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