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

might as well be useful.

into a genuine smile. The idea of having Matthew back at her side, even for something as complicated as this,

told," he chuckled. "So, does that mean you'll

voice. "Yeah, I'll come by. But only if you promise not

"Scout's honor."

were you

replied with mock indignation. "See you

purpose began to take shape in her mind. Claire walked briskly into Matthew's hospital room, a laptop tucked under her arm. The sight of Matthew sitting up, his eyes bright and alert, eased a

the laptop down on the rolling table beside

eyes scanning her face. "You look

raised an eyebrow. "You're supposed to be resting, remember?" Matthew waved a hand dismissively. "Rest is overrated." He patted the space on the bed beside him. "Come

in sync with Matthew, the way they used to tackle problems together, filled her with a sense of normalcy she hadn't felt in weeks. He opened the laptop and started typing, his fingers flying over the keys with practiced ease. "Okay, first things

he existed until the Christmas party. He said his name is Andre and claimed to

Anything about his background or where he came

bitterness in his voice,

"Sounds like someone who's been fed a lot of

by Eligos. I mean that man always ruin everything and even

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

up a

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name "Andre" along with terms like "Bianchi, "London," and "family. records." Claire watched the screen intently, the glow

yet," Matthew muttered. "But if he really is your

don't understand why this is happening now. Why