He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 157

Eric stood at the front of the crowded press room, reporters packed in close with cameras aimed at his every move. He bowed, holding the position for a moment, a deep and genuine apology in his eyes.

When he finally spoke, his voice was steady. “About the fake painting donated at the auction… that was my mistake. I know people are upset, and honestly, I get it. I made a mistake, and I’m ready to face whatever comes my way. But I want everyone to know, before I donated that painting, I had no idea it was a forgery. I really believed it was real, and I treasured it. In this, I’m a victim too. Still, the fault is mine, and I can’t change that. So, to make up for it, I’m going to fund the building of a primary school for kids in a remote mountain village.”

Eric’s public persona had always been polished—calm, elegant, the picture of a successful gentleman. Now, with his humble apology and that look of honest regret, he seemed almost innocent. The mood in the room softened. It was hard to keep being angry with him.

Theresia watched the video in full, then let out a low, sarcastic laugh. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through the online chatter about the press conference, clicking into a random post. The comments were overwhelmingly supportive.

People kept saying things like, “Eric’s been doing charity work for years. This was just a slip-up, no reason to keep dragging it out.” Others pointed out, “Antique art is hard to identify. Even experts mess up. Eric isn’t even an art specialist, so of course he could make a mistake.”

Leaning back in her chair, Theresia had already started piecing together her own plan. She made a few calls, then dialed a local news hotline. “Hello? I have something to report…”

Meanwhile, Warren barged out of his room, rice still in his mouth, and stopped dead at the sight in front of him. He couldn’t hold back—he burst out laughing, spraying rice everywhere.

Garry’s face clouded over, but Warren was having too much fun. “Wait, Garry, didn’t you tell me those fever patches are for little kids? So why are you wearing one now?”

He was only teasing, and as he bent down to clean up the mess, he kept going. “You’re so obvious. When I tried to put one on you, you acted like I was torturing you. But when Teresa does it, you’re right there, begging for it. I can’t believe the great Garry is so whipped. Nobody would ever buy it.”

Garry shot him a look that could freeze water. “Warren, since you have so much energy, maybe you should go dig for oil in the desert.”

He swung the door open and almost ran straight into Theresia.

“Teresa? What’s up?” he asked, surprised.

“I’m heading out,” she said. “Just wanted to let Garry know.”

Warren stepped aside and let her in. Garry was already watching her.

“You’re leaving?” he asked quietly.