He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 161

Everyone’s attention locked onto the scroll as the man unfurled it. For a split second, Eric just stared, then suddenly lunged for it, completely forgetting that Theresia was right there, eyeing him like she’d been waiting for this moment.

She stepped in front of him and gasped, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh wow, isn’t this Latham’s ‘Heron Scroll’? Look at the brushwork… and this paper. This has to be the real thing.”

Before showing up, Theresia had already called the three people who’d bought Eric’s so-called treasures at auction. She’d told them straight up—their antiques were fakes.

Eric was good at forging, sure, but he wasn’t good enough to fool real experts. The three collectors had already checked with their own people on the way over and confirmed that they’d been duped.

Theresia promised she’d help them get their real pieces back, but she needed their help in return. That’s why, just minutes ago, the three of them had stormed upstairs. She’d given them the location of Eric’s study and clues about where he liked to stash his favorites, so they found their things fast.

A camera zoomed in on the painting. The reporter didn’t waste any time, shoving a microphone at Eric. “Eric, you’ve said before you had no idea the painting at the auction was a fake. But now the real one’s right here in your study. Care to explain?”

Eric was shaking, his face a sickly shade of gray. “What’s there to explain? I painted this myself. It’s a copy, nothing more.”

He had to stick to his story, or everything he’d worked so hard to build would fall apart.

Theresia just smiled, totally cool. “So, Eric, you’re saying you know traditional ink painting? Why not show us right now?”

Eric practically exploded. His eyes were bloodshot and furious, and when he saw Theresia’s challenging look, he looked like he wanted to strangle her on the spot.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “What’s wrong? Can’t do it?”

After all those years in the Baker family, Theresia knew exactly what Eric could and couldn’t do. He never went to college and always tried so hard to look cultured in front of other people. In reality, he didn’t know the first thing about art. Painting? Not a chance.

In the end, the TV station brought in Harrisburg’s top antiques expert. The verdict was clear—every item was real. Which meant that every “charity” antique Eric had auctioned off before was a fake.

As everyone was leaving, the three collectors took their genuine treasures with them, exactly as they deserved.

Theresia leaned against the doorframe, a half-smile on her face as she watched Eric. He glared back at her, eyes filled with pure venom, like a snake just waiting for a chance to strike.

Once the interviews wrapped up, Theresia left with the others.

She hadn’t even made it to her car when her phone rang. Eric’s name lit up the screen.

She looked up and spotted his shadowy figure in the second-floor window, then answered, her voice light. “Eric, did you enjoy my little surprise?”