He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 12

After a while, she gripped the banister and made her way down the stairs, step by slow step. She looked so delicate that it seemed like even a breeze might sweep her away.

The maids watched in silence. No one said a word, but you could see the worry in their eyes.

…

At the hospital, Patti went through a full checkup. She ended up with just a few bruises, nothing serious.

Leila was still worried. She insisted Patti stay overnight for observation, afraid there might be some hidden problems.

Leila hovered over her, making sure she had everything she needed. Felton was busy slicing fruit, and Lawrence kept running around, trying to get the best specialists to check on her.

Felton handed her a piece of mangosteen, his eyes full of concern. “It’s all that snake’s fault. How could she go that far? She could have killed you. I should call the police and have her locked up right now.”

He reached for his phone, but Patti quickly stopped him. “Don’t call the police. We’re family, it doesn’t have to get that ugly. And I’m fine, really. Let’s just forgive Theresia.”

Leila, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to let it slide. Her voice was cold. “That girl may be my daughter on paper, but if this gets out, it’ll ruin our family’s reputation. Still, she can’t get away with treating you like this. She needs to learn a lesson.”

Felton agreed right away. “Yeah, Mom’s right.”

Patti put on her best pleading face. “Mom, can we just drop it? I don’t blame Theresia anymore. I get how she feels—like I’m a threat, like I’ll steal your love. But I’m just here to be part of the family, not take anything away from her. I believe that, with time, she’ll see that I mean it.”

Felton scoffed. “She’s got a heart of stone. She’s bad through and through, and there’s no fixing her. Patti, you’re just too kind, that’s why she keeps walking all over you.”

Just then, Lawrence came back. Patti’s eyes went straight to him. “Lawrence.”

He set down the lab reports and looked at her, gentle and concerned. “Does it still hurt?”

Theresia laid her hand on her belly, feeling the faint rhythm that matched her own heartbeat for the last time. A single tear traced down her face.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, thick with tears. “Yes.” She closed her eyes tight.

When it was over, Theresia felt cold to the bone.

She pulled the heavy blanket up and curled into herself, alone in the empty hospital room. No sign of life, no warmth except for what she could manage on her own.

She wanted water, but her body felt limp and useless. She clenched her teeth and stretched for the cup on her bedside table. Her hand barely brushed it before the cup toppled over.

The last bit of water ran down the table and dripped onto the floor. Helplessness washed over her.

Her throat was dry and tight, and her nose stung with the threat of tears. Just then, she heard two nurses chatting as they passed by outside her door. The sound made her heart sink even lower.