He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 158

Theresia didn’t step closer. She lingered by the doorway, her voice a little rushed. “Yeah, something urgent just came up.”

Maybe it was because of what happened between them earlier, but the air felt thick with tension. Theresia couldn’t shake the feeling that something charged and unspoken hung between them, making her a little uncomfortable.

Garry was propped up against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare where the bandages covered his wound, and his eyes were dark as he watched her. “Don’t forget what you promised me.”

She nodded. “I won’t. If I have time, I’ll come by tomorrow to change your dressing.”

Garry let out a breath, relief softening his expression. A faint smile tugged at his pale lips. “Teresa, I’m really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

His voice was low and rough, that kind of deep, masculine tone that just made your heart skip a beat, especially with a face like his. Theresia quickly looked away. “I should go.”

She turned and hurried out.

By the time she got downstairs, her face was still warm. She touched her cheek, surprised to find it still hot.

Standing outside, she remembered her car had been smashed the day before. Hanson had already arranged for someone from the dealership to tow it, so for now, she had no choice but to take taxis everywhere. At least it wasn’t rush hour, so getting around wasn’t too bad.

When a taxi pulled up, she got in right away. “Harrisburg TV station, please.”

Eric’s expression shifted. He uncrossed his legs and hesitated before answering. “Felton, I just want you to be happy. Do what you love. That’s how I raised you. I don’t want you to force yourself to do something you hate. You’d just end up miserable.”

Felton never really cared about the family business, and to be honest, he didn’t want to come back. “But Dad… I can’t just walk away from everything. The Baker family means something. I have to—”

Eric cut him off, patting his shoulder. “No buts. You’re my son. Your happiness matters more than anything else. Besides, most companies these days just hire professional managers. You don’t have to do it all yourself. Don’t worry about it, Felton…”

Just then, a maid rushed in, interrupting. “Sir, there’s trouble. Theresia just showed up with a huge group of reporters.”