He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 160

The tension between them was so intense, it felt like a fight could break out any second.

At that moment, three people at the back of the crowd slipped away and dashed straight for the stairs. Eric realized what was happening too late. He sprinted after them.

Theresia barely reacted. She turned to the TV reporters and said, “You should go upstairs too. Trust me, you won’t want to miss what happens next.”

The reporters hurried after Eric. Theresia didn’t rush, taking her time on the steps. That’s when Felton grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks.

She turned, meeting his gaze. He looked at her with pure disgust. “Theresia, what are you doing? I just don’t get it. The Baker family raised you, gave you everything, helped you become the person you are. What more could you possibly want? Even if you can’t be grateful, you shouldn’t stab us in the back like this.”

Theresia almost laughed out loud. That had to be the most ridiculous thing she’d heard all year.

Eric had forced Naomi to give birth to her. From day one, she’d been branded an outsider. Leila had always pretended to be loving, but she could never hide how much she hated that Theresia was a girl. For the longest time, Theresia hadn’t understood why Leila cared so much. They already had Felton, didn’t they? Then Naomi told her the truth. Felton wasn’t Eric’s son.

Theresia’s love of painting? That was just her desperate attempt to please Leila, because it was the only thing that ever made Leila smile. She painted until her hands cramped. She remembered the time when she was ten, locked in the art studio for two days and nights, all for some contest. Leila had called it the “perfect creative space”, as if locking up a child was a kindness.

Then Patti came back, and Theresia became the family’s favorite target. They bullied her, changed her college applications, let Patti steal her fiancé, and even after knowing Patti had stolen her corneas, they still took Patti’s side.

Was this Felton’s idea of kindness?

Eric looked terrified. “Let go of me.”

“I’m not letting go. Eric, you owe me an explanation. Right now.”

Another older man pointed at a piece of porcelain. “Isn’t this my antique vase?”

Someone else called out, “Found it! Here’s the painting by Mabel I bought at auction!”

That man was shaking with excitement as he pulled out a rolled-up canvas. When he unrolled it, everyone in the room fell silent, completely stunned.