New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 479 Matthew’s Help The soft hum of the city beyond the large glass windows filled the silence in Claire's office. Papers lay scattered on her desk, but her mind was miles away, trapped in a whirlwind of confusion.

Her fingers tapped restlessly against the polished wood as she tried to untangle the thoughts running through her head. Finding Andre seemed like it should be a straightforward task, but for the first time in a long while, she felt hesitant.

Her phone buzzed on the desk, the name "Matthew" flashing across the screen. A breath of relief escaped her lips as she picked it up.

"Matthew," she answered, her voice softer than usual.

"Claire," Matthew's voice came through, steady and calm, "I wanted to check in. How are you holding up?" Claire closed her eyes for a moment, her shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm... trying to locate Andre, but I don't know where to start." She let out a frustrated sigh. "It's so unlike me, Matthew. I usually know exactly what I need to do, but this time-"

"This time, you're human," Matthew interrupted gently. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Claire."

Claire leaned back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I can't afford to be overwhelmed. Not now."

There was a pause before Matthew spoke again, his tone unwavering. "Listen, if you need help, you know I'm here. Just say the word."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Claire's lips, though worry still clouded her eyes. "Matthew, you just woke up from a coma. You need rest. I can't drag you into this mess."

"I'm fine, Claire." His voice was firm, but there was a hint of playfulness. "Don't make me come over there and prove it."

She let out a soft laugh. "I'd like to see you try."

"I mean it, though," Matthew continued. "You don't need to handle everything on your own. I know you're worried about me, but I'm stronger than you think."

Claire's fingers traced the edge of her desk. "I know you are. But I can't help it. The thought of you getting hurt again because of me..." Her voice trailed off.

Matthew's voice softened. "Claire, you didn't put me in that coma. You've got to stop carrying the weight of everything on your shoulders.'

sighed. "Easier said

let me help you," Matthew insisted. "If I'm resting, I might as well be useful. Bring your laptop when you

for something as complicated as

told," he chuckled. "So,

warmth in her voice. "Yeah, I'll come by. But only if

"Scout's honor."

were you a

with mock indignation. "See you

hospital room, a laptop tucked under her arm. The sight of Matthew sitting up, his eyes bright and alert, eased a knot in her chest. He looked tired but determined, the lines

you," she greeted, setting the laptop down on the rolling table

he replied, his eyes scanning

hand dismissively. "Rest

sense of normalcy she hadn't felt in weeks. He opened the

leaned forward, her brow furrowing. "Not much. I didn't even know he existed until the Christmas party. He said his name is Andre and

any details? Anything about his background or where

concrete," Claire said. "But he had this bitterness in his voice, like he blames

nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like someone who's been fed a lot

always ruin everything and even sabotage my company and not

this." He glanced at the screen. "Let's see if we can dig

pulled up a search

.n

"Bianchi, "London," and "family. records." Claire watched the screen intently, the glow reflecting

really is your half-brother, there should be some kind of paper

rubbed her temples. "I just don't understand why this is happening now. Why