The Rebirth of My Dead Billionaire Wife

Chapter 104

Alessia was staring blankly at her computer screen when the door to her office creaked open. She glanced up to see Zane walking in, his face pale and his eyes hollow. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and the dark circles under his eyes only emphasized the weight of the emotions he carried.

“Hey,” Alessia said softly, setting her pen down. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks,” Zane replied with a faint, humorless smile as he dropped into the chair across from her desk. “I feel worse.”

She studied him for a moment, noting the exhaustion etched into his features. He hadn’t been himself since Pamela—or Gianna—had revealed the truth. Alessia wanted to comfort him, but she didn’t know how. Her own emotions were still too raw, too tangled in her personal turmoil with Christian.

“I… uh, I fired Pamela,” Alessia said finally, breaking the silence.

Zane blinked at her, his expression unreadable. “You what?”

“I fired her,” Alessia repeated, her tone firmer this time. “She’s gone.”

Zane leaned back in the chair, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. “Good,” he said after a long pause, his voice flat. “She deserves it.”

Alessia tilted her head, surprised by his lack of reaction. “Are you okay? I mean… really?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, closing his eyes briefly. “I keep thinking about everything she said. Everything she did. I want to hate her, but… I can’t. She was doing it for us, or at least she thinks she was. It’s a mess.”

Alessia’s heart ached for her brother, but she couldn’t bring herself to voice her own frustrations about Pamela—or about Christian. Zane already looked like he was barely holding himself together, and the last thing she wanted to do was pile her problems onto him.

“I get it,” Alessia said softly. “You don’t have to figure it all out today. Just… take it one step at a time.”

Zane gave her a weak smile. “Easier said than done.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound in the room the faint hum of the air conditioning. Alessia opened her mouth to say something else, but her phone buzzed on the desk. She glanced at the screen, and her heart sank when she saw her mother’s name.

She unlocked her phone and read the message: “Your father is in the hospital. Come quickly.”

“What?” Alessia whispered, her voice trembling as she read the message again, hoping she had misunderstood.

“What is it?” Zane asked, sitting up straighter.

“It’s Dad,” Alessia said, her hands shaking as she set the phone down. “Mom says he’s in the hospital.”

Zane’s expression shifted immediately, the exhaustion replaced by alarm. “What happened? Did she say why?”

“No,” Alessia said, grabbing her bag and standing. “Just that we need to go.”

Zane was already on his feet, his own troubles forgotten in an instant. “Let’s go.”