New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 394 Backstory

Andrea gently spooned soup to his mother's lips, watching as she managed a small smile. She was weaker than usual, her hands shaking too much to eat on her own. When she finally finished, he placed the bowl aside and sat by her bedside, his mind racing. He knew he shouldn't ask-she was tired, and this could wait. But he couldn't hold back any longer. "Mom, how does Claire and I are related?"

She took a shaky breath, looking at him with those same weary eyes that had raised him. "Ah, Andrea... I hoped you'd never have to hear about it." She looked away, her gaze focused somewhere far beyond the hospital room. "Years ago, I was... in love with a man. Claire's father."

Andrea felt a pang of surprise, but he stayed quiet, waiting for her to continue.

"I didn't know he was married," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "When I found out, I knew I had to leave. I couldn't stay and be part of that... that hurt to another family. So I came here, to Italy, and that's when I met your father."

His heart sank, hearing the pain in her voice. She'd given up everything, he realized, all because she couldn't stand the thought of ruining another family.

"Your father... he was a good man, Andrea. He loved me, even when I told him I was pregnant with you."

Andrea leaned back, feeling the weight of everything settling heavily on his shoulders. A whole other family... Claire Peterson, the name echoed in his mind, pulling him back to the moment he first heard it.

Too much. Way too much for one day. But what was he supposed to do now?

After another hour of sitting with his mother, Andrea finally stood, kissed her forehead, and left the hospital. He made his way back to his cramped apartment, pausing in the doorway to look around at his tiny kitchen, the peeling wallpaper, the cracked tiles. The usual sights were all there, but now they seemed even smaller, more confining. He remembered Eligos's words, taunting him.

Don't you want a better life? A life where you can afford your mother's treatment?

He sighed, his eyes drifting around the room until they landed on the business card resting on the counter, its edges slightly worn from being handled too many times. Eligos had left it behind, like a door just waiting to be opened. And for the first time, Andrea felt tempted. "Just one call," he muttered to himself, picking up the card and staring at the number printed on it. Just one call to find out more, he reasoned. To understand who Claire was... and why she mattered so much.

He dialed the number, heart thumping as he waited. Once... twice... on the third ring, a smooth voice answered.

"Ah, Andrea. I thought you might call," Eligos said, sounding as if he'd been expecting this all along.

"Yeah. I, uh, I want to know

know. CEO, successful, living in the lap of luxury." Andrea felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "And I'm her brother," he said slowly, almost testing the words as

the same blood, even if you don't share the same

his gaze drifting around his apartment, taking in all the little reminders of his life. "What does it mean,

tone sly, "that she should know? After all, family is important. And who knows, maybe she'd

way Eligos made it all sound so easy. "And

not immediately. But you'd be surprised, Andrea. Family ties are powerful things. And, well, Claire isn't just anyone. She

"Andrea, you're not doing this for yourself. Think about your mother. She's the one

long sigh. "Yeah...

spoke again, his voice smoother than ever. "Good. Now, if

head snapped up, surprise and anxiety flooding

that.' But I can arrange it. All it takes is a

at the card still clenched in his hand. "And

to help, Andrea. Let's just say... I have an interest in seeing how this all unfolds. And maybe, if all goes well, we'll both get something we want." Andrea's mind was a whirl of confusion, but he

replied smoothly. "Leave it to me. I'll reach out when the

in. Meeting Claire the idea felt like stepping into a world he'd never been a part of a world

gnawed at him. But then he thought of his mother, lying in that hospital bed, needing care that he couldn't afford. He shook his head, trying to push the doubts away. All he could do now was wait. And hope that somehow, someway, this decision would lead

all polished marble floors and tall windows that framed the

over for her to sign and send back.

let's get this over with," she muttered, grabbing her favorite

the document

other, and was too focused on making sure she didn't miss a word on the page. So much so, that she didn't even notice the coffee was pouring over

yelped, jerking her hand away. The mug slipped from