“Well, I will.” Aria nodded her head.
After that, the two spoke some more before ending the call.
After Aria put away her phone, she stopped a taxi and left.
Just after the taxi left, a black car not far down the road, suddenly rolled down its backseat window.
In the car window, Jamila’s face was gloomy as she looked at the direction Aria left, her eyes filled with killing intent.
Suddenly, an icy male voice rang out, “I advise you better control your eyes, you show your killing intent for Aria in front of me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist killing you first.”
Hearing those words, Jamila’s hand on her lap clenched up firmly, and her teeth clenched her lower lip so tightly that they almost broke it.
But soon, she took a deep breath and tried desperately to push the dark thoughts inside her, forcing out a smile, “Sorry.”
Tyron gave a cold smile and didn’t say anything anymore.
She withdrew her gaze and looked across to the mental hospital, “Ayah is in there?”