Ryley jolted from his seat with a shocked face. "Why didn't I realize it sooner?!" He cursed, then bolted upstairs to get changed.
Clyde pursed his lips, slamming his cutlery on the dining table before following the blond in annoyance. "Where are you going? You haven't finished your breakfast yet." His voice was tinged with pressure.
The man stood at the door of the master bedroom watching Ryley change his clothes in a rush, not sure why his head was fuming with rage now.
"Is your nephew okay? So the banquet at the Walter Family's mansion last night suddenly ended because your nephew was hurt?" The blond asked in an erratic voice. "Oh my… Just what kind of accident did you have with him? I feel bad for Mrs. Morrison, I need to visit her."
Hearing Ryley so concerned about someone else unknowingly made Clyde irritated. "Your leg is hurt from last night and you still want to go?"
