Chapter 522 The little girl is Jamila

Jake could best understand Aria’s feelings at this moment.

Because he had also seen the death of his parents with his own eyes.

It was just that he had always been emotionally introverted, and even if he was sad and in pain inside, he wouldn’t cry out like she did.

“Go ahead and cry, just cry it out.” Jake said softly as he gently patted the shaking body if the woman.

There was a slight pause in the shaking covers, and the next second the woman’s cries grew louder and louder, no longer as subdued as they had been earlier, but audible throughout the lounge.

Jake leaned down and hugged Aria directly through the blanket.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt no movement beneath him.

He straightened his body and gently lifted the sheet.

The woman under the quilt had her eyes closed tightly and appeared to be asleep.

Yet her wet lashes and furrowed brow showed that she wasn’t sleeping well at the moment.

Jake sighed, he put the cover back on Aria, got up and left the lounge.