He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 207

Teresa disappeared into the elevator and only then did Garry finally look away, his expression unreadable.

Warren, standing quietly at his side, spoke up in a low voice. “Garry, I can’t believe Teresa’s in Veridian too. But I didn’t recognize the guy who got in the elevator with her.”

Garry’s eyes narrowed, his brows drawing together, and his mood darkened. “Find out who he is.”

“I’m on it,” Warren said quickly. “But Brook is expecting you soon. Shouldn’t we go?”

Garry glanced once more in the direction where Teresa had gone. His hand was clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, like he was fighting to keep something inside. In the end, he just let out a breath. “Let’s go.”

Brook had been Garry’s doctor ever since that strange illness had shown up. He was the one who managed everything, every test and every report.

After the latest round of exams, Brook stared at the results, silent for a long time, struggling to find the right words.

Garry could tell from his face that the news wasn’t good. He sat up straighter, his voice cool and steady. “Just say it.”

Brook hesitated, looking serious. “Garry, things aren’t looking good. If you can, I really think you should be hospitalized for treatment.”

Garry was more aware of his body than anyone. He knew how much he’d been declining lately. After he dropped Teresa off at the hospital, his illness hit him so hard he didn’t even have time to check if she was okay. His face was almost ghostly pale, his body colder than it should be. Sometimes he felt less than human.

He took out a cigarette, turning it between his fingers. “If I stay in the hospital, how much longer do I have?”

Brook was honest. “At best, maybe six more months.”

The cigarette snapped in Garry’s hand. His brow tightened, his expression grew darker.

He stared out the window at the clouds for a long time, lost in thought. Eventually, he stood up, his voice low. “No. That’s not necessary.”

Warren sniffled and wiped his face. Garry tossed a few tissues his way.

Warren dried his tears, voice still shaky. “Garry, we found out who the guy with Teresa was. His name’s Parrish, founder of Vanguard Capital Partners.”

Garry recognized the name. Parrish had been an analyst at one of the top financial firms before starting his own company, which had gotten pretty famous in Veridian.

“What kind of person is he?” Garry asked.

Warren replied, “Parrish has a solid reputation. Only ever had one girlfriend, but they broke up two years ago. No bad habits, really driven. Lately he’s been working to take his company public, but the exchange rejected his application.”

Garry stopped walking for a second. The cigarette burned his fingertips, snapping him back to the moment. “I guess he’s good enough for her.”

Warren’s heart ached for him. Hearing Garry admit that another man might deserve Teresa—it was like he’d taken a knife to his own heart.