The Billionaire Heir

185. Her Dying Husband

Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Five

Xander sat on the edge of his bed, clutching his cellphone tightly in his hand. The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls as the evening sun began its descent. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his throat felt dry and constricted. He knew he had to make the call, to reach out to his wife, Anastasia , for help.

With trembling fingers, Xander dialed Anastasia 's number, the phone ringing with an urgency that matched his increasing anxiety. Each ring seemed to echo through the empty room, amplifying the heaviness that settled in his chest. Finally, on the fourth ring, Anastasia 's voice filled the silence.

"Hello?" Her tone was rushed, indicating she was caught up in the chaos of her own day.

Xander's voice was strained, but he mustered the strength to speak. "Anastasia , it's me. I don't feel well. I think I'm sick."

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line. Xander could almost imagine Anastasia furrowing her br