Clyde quickly dropped his hand and shook his head, attempting to mask his momentary discomfort.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it," he replied, his voice strained but resolute.
"Don't hide your pain from me, okay?" Madam Beckett's voice was firm yet compassionate as she replied, gently patting Clyde's shoulder before settling into the chair opposite him. "How's the investigation going? Did Maximilian manage to find anything?"
Clyde's expression darkened, the weight of his words heavy with suppressed regrets as he clenched his fists. "It can't be continued," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "As much as I want to know what happened and who did it, I can't allow myself to be distracted."