In that moment, all he could do was swallow his pride, his pain, and the truth that threatened to consume them both.
"I see," Clyde's response was laced with a hint of skepticism, though he masked it with a casual tone. "Just in case, I will report this to Mr. Clyde. I'm sure he will help you find out about this little girl. Whether she truly exists or not... and if she is okay."
Ryley nodded, gratitude mingling with uncertainty as he mumbled his thanks, his voice barely above a whisper.
He drew in a deep, shaky breath, attempting to steady his nerves amidst the whirlwind of revelations.
Not long after, Mitchell reappeared in the room, his presence a silent interruption to the heavy atmosphere. He leaned in close to Clyde, his words delivered in hushed tones.
Ryley's keen intuition picked up on the sudden restlessness that clouded Clyde's gaze as Mitchell softly asked, "What's your command, Sir?"
