"Alright, just a moment." Ryley replied, then kneeled in front of the little girl with a worried gaze. His chest tightened upon seeing the little girl's haggard look. "Where is your mother? Have you had your dinner?"
The little girl lowered her gaze and shook her head in return. "My mother is sick. He can't dance again because his leg is hurt…"
Hearing this, the blond gently patted the girl's head with his brows scrunching pitifully.
"Help me buy some new clothes and meals for her." Ryley said to Lucas, to which the towering man reply with a firm nod.
"Tell Miss Clark if it's possible to meet tomorrow instead of tonight." He told Martin before opening his his palm to the little girl.
"Let me walk you back to your house, okay?" Ryley asked softly.
The little girl was hesitant at first, but then her tiny hand slowly grasped Ryley's slender fingers.