Chapter 522 The Little Girl is Ivy

Stanley could best understand Violet'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." Stanley said softly as he gently patted the shaking quilt. 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. Stanley leaned down and hugged Violet directly through the blanket. After an unknown amount of time, he felt no movement beneath him. Stanley straightened his body and gently lifted the quilt. 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. Stanley sighed, put the quilt back on Violet, got up and left the lo