He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 173

"Patti is your little princess, your family, so I’m the one who deserved to suffer?"

"You all act like I owe her something. Even after they took my cornea for her, in your eyes, I’m still unforgivable."

Theresia let out a cold, bitter laugh. "Felton, do you even remember? You were ten when you fell into the lake. It was freezing out, and I pulled you back to shore. I got so sick from that. Back then, you promised you’d take care of me for the rest of your life. You said if anyone ever messed with me, you’d protect me no matter what. But what did you do after that? You treated me like an outsider and always took Patti’s side. You really are the perfect brother."

Felton’s face went blank.

The memory hit him hard. He’d been ten, wild and reckless, dragging eight-year-old Theresia to the lake to catch fish. He slipped, tumbling into the icy water. He couldn’t swim. He wouldn’t have lasted long enough for help to arrive. Theresia didn’t hesitate. She jumped in after him and dragged him out, shivering and blue from the cold. He survived. She ended up bedridden for over a month.

Back then, he’d meant every word of his promise. To him, Theresia was the sister he was supposed to protect forever. No one could hurt her.

So when did that change? When did he start feeling nothing but resentment and distance? When did he forget the vow he’d made?

Felton’s fists clenched tight, his face pale. "Theresia, if you’d just listen, I’d still protect you the way I did when we were kids…"

Theresia didn’t let him finish. "Felton, your so-called love is a luxury I can’t afford, and I don’t even want it."

She brushed off his hand, her voice colder than ever. With a little smirk and an eye roll, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Felton stayed put, brows drawn tight. He took a long breath, then walked off in the opposite direction.

One night, Hanson invited Theresia and Helena out for drinks. The three of them gathered at a quiet bar, sipping liquor while the wind rustled through the bamboo leaves outside.

Hanson lounged back in his chair, legs crossed, rolling a porcelain cup in his hands. "Theresia, looks like the Baker family is really done for this time. Congratulations."

A light breeze drifted through as they sat under the trees. Behind Theresia, a small stream trickled by, a few fat koi lazily circling. She grabbed a handful of fish food and tossed it in, watching them crowd around. Her face stayed calm. "Eric brought this on himself. It’s not my fault."

Helena put her phone down and shot Hanson a look, silently begging him to change the subject. Eric was Theresia’s real father, and her feelings had to be complicated. They weren’t in her shoes, so there was no way they could really understand. It was better not to go there.

Suddenly, Hanson remembered something. "Oh, right. You wanted me to look into Naomi’s ten years in prison. I actually found some stuff, but... you might want to brace yourself."