He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 226

Standing on the steps in her high heels, Teresa still only came up to Garry’s eyes. She looked at him, took a deep breath, and said, “Garry, you’re so childish.”

He blocked her and tried to draw a clear line between them, yet he kept doing things that made her think twice. Was he just stringing her along as a backup?

Annoyed, Teresa shot him a glare and walked around him. She flagged down a car at the curb. This time, Garry didn’t chase after her. As the car pulled away, she glanced out the window. He just stood there, tall and unmoving.

She quickly looked away and silently promised herself she’d keep her distance from Garry from now on. It would be best if they never crossed paths again.

Back at the hotel, Teresa finally felt like she could rest. She had just set her bag down when there was a knock at the door.

She opened it, frowning at the woman standing outside. “Can I help you?”

The woman gave her a friendly smile. “Hi, Teresa. I’m a nurse. Garry asked me to come take care of you.”

Teresa sized her up, uncertain. “Garry sent you?”

The woman nodded, holding up a medical kit. “Yes, that’s right. I’ll be looking after you tonight, so you can relax and get some rest.”

Seriously, what was wrong with Garry? Was he sick? Or was this some kind of split personality thing?

She wanted to call and demand answers, but then remembered Garry had already blocked her. If she wanted to reach him, she’d have to go through Warren. Lying back on her bed, Teresa called him.

Warren’s voice was apologetic. “Teresa, Garry feels responsible for you getting sick, so he insisted on making sure you’re taken care of. Since you wouldn’t let him do it himself, he arranged for a professional.”

That was so like Garry.

Blocked, Teresa crossed her arms and looked at him coldly. “Felton, I’m busy. I don’t have time for your drama. Move.”

Felton looked rough. In just a month, he’d gone from wearing head-to-toe designer clothes to looking completely down on his luck.

His voice was harsh, his face twisted with anger. “Teresa, you destroyed the Baker family with your own hands. How can you live with yourself? Is your heart made of stone?”

Her eyes were icy. “Don’t put that on me, Felton. They brought it on themselves. It had nothing to do with me.”

She pushed past him and kept walking.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp tug at the back of her neck. Someone had grabbed her, hard.