He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 228

Felton felt completely lost. He'd grown up surrounded by luxury, never wanting for anything. Now, after just a month, it was like he’d fallen straight from the clouds into the dirt.

He was barely holding it together. The last person he wanted to see was Leila, and every time his phone rang with her name, he felt his chest tighten.

“You’re my mom. Of course I care, but right now...”

Leila cut him off without a hint of patience. “Save it. I’m sick, and you need to find money for my treatment. I don’t care how you do it. Just get it done.”

She hung up, sounding as if she had every right to demand it.

Felton slowly crouched down, then just sat on the ground, drained. He clutched his hair, looking like he might break.

***

That little hiccup didn’t bother Teresa at all.

She threw herself into her restoration work, wanting every detail to be perfect. After a week, with her help, the Palace Women Portrait was finally finished. Simon looked so relieved as he handed the painting to his student to deliver.

Teresa figured she’d be heading back to Harrisburg soon. She’d already spent more than ten days in Veridian.

That evening, Simon said he’d treat her to a farewell dinner. They picked a time, reserved a restaurant, and Teresa just had to wait for the night to arrive.

Back at her hotel, she put on her makeup with extra care, then slipped into a blue dress that flowed like water at her knees.

At five sharp, Teresa headed out.

She never imagined Simon’s student would run into trouble.

When Simon called, she dropped everything and hurried over.

Teresa studied the Palace Women Portrait. Just one glance, and she gave a sharp, cold smile. “This isn’t the one I restored.”

The technique, the details—it wasn’t even close to her work. Honestly, it looked sloppy.

Her eyes narrowed as she spoke. “The George family is supposed to be one of the top families in the country. I didn’t expect you’d stoop so low, trying to pass off a fake as the real thing.”

A man at Oliver’s side snapped back, “Who do you think you are, talking about the George family? Do you want to—”

“Hey, is that any way to talk to a lady? Watch your tone. Step back.”

Oliver shot his man a glare, then took a few steps closer to Teresa.

His eyes wandered over her, lingering a little too long. The next moment, Teresa just smiled. “Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”