Chapter 462 Disliking Frank

Claire didn’t have much time to think. As she made her way back to her car, the skies above darkened ominously, and just as she slid into the driver’s seat, the rain began to pour. It was as if the heavens were mirroring the storm inside her mind—a constant swirl of emotions she couldn’t quite untangle. The wipers cleared the windshield, but they didn’t quite manage to clear the cloudiness in her thoughts. She started the car and slowly pulled out of the cemetery, her tires crunching against the wet gravel. The streets outside were quiet, and the rain was relentless, blurring the world outside her windows into a muted wash of grays. Claire felt the weight of the day—of everything she had faced in the past weeks—pressing down on her. But despite the heaviness in her chest, she focused on the road ahead, driving back to Metacortex with one goal in mind: she needed to get back to work. Robert Robertson, far away in his office at the Venus AMD building, had other plans. He sat in a l