He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 162

Eric’s voice slithered through the phone, cold and sharp. “I should’ve snuffed you out the day you were born.”

Theresia didn’t miss a beat. Her words came out smooth, icy, almost too casual. “Honestly, you should be kicking yourself for not getting yourself neutered years ago.”

Even with a layer of glass between them, she could practically feel Eric’s anger boiling over. “Theresia, I know you hate me. You hate the Baker family. But have you forgotten your grandmother? She never did you wrong. She loved you more than anyone. If you go after us, aren’t you worried about breaking her heart?”

That hit a nerve. It was the one thing that always made Theresia hesitate.

But she couldn’t just sit back and watch these people walk away clean. She knew her grandmother—deep down, she believed the old woman would understand.

Her eyes turned cold. “You’re her only son, and you had no problem hurting her with all the dirty things you did. So why should I care? And let’s get something straight. I never hurt you. All I did was drag the truth out into the open. If it wasn’t me, someone else would’ve done it.”

She hung up. No hesitation. Then she turned on her heel and got into her car.

Later, three men took her out for dinner to thank her. The table was covered with fancy dishes—so many that just the sight of them made her do a quick calculation in her head. That meal easily cost more than half a year’s salary for most people.

While they were chatting and expressing their thanks, one of the men introduced himself. That’s when Theresia realized he was in the shipping business too.

Harrisburg had four major docks. She owned Kingsport now, but the other three? All belonged to the man sitting across from her—Dalton.

Theresia looked at him, genuinely surprised. “Wait, Dalton, you really own three out of the four main docks?”

That got Theresia’s attention. Her eyes sharpened. “You’re saying Lawrence came to you just a few days ago?”

Dalton nodded. “Yeah, he showed up in person. Wanted to lease one of my docks. He even offered to pay me double my yearly profit for it. But I want nothing to do with him. His reputation is trash.”

Theresia started piecing things together. If Lawrence was willing to pay that much, he was desperate. What could he possibly need to ship that would make it worth such a huge price?

She barely had time to think before chaos erupted outside the private room. Somewhere in the hallway, a woman started shouting, her voice shrill and wild. In the next moment, she kicked the door open, ignoring the staff trying to hold her back.

“Theresia, you bitch! Get out here!”