He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 241

Warren knew this was a trap. No matter how he answered, he’d probably get it wrong.

Of course Garry knew that too.

Nervous, Warren swallowed hard and tried to clear his throat. “Uh, pouring some drinks... chatting?”

“That’s all?” Garry’s voice was flat, almost bored.

Warren hesitated. “I think that’s it.”

He sounded so unsure, his words barely more than a whisper.

Garry’s brow knitted together, his eyes cold enough to freeze Warren in place.

For a long moment, nobody said a word. Finally, Garry spoke, his voice low and commanding. “Get this trending topic buried. I don’t want to see a single negative comment about her online ever again.”

Relief rushed through Warren. The pressure let up at last. “Okay, got it. I’ll handle it right away.”

He turned to leave, grabbing his phone on the way out.

But then he stopped short. He stared at his screen, not sure if he was seeing things. He checked again, then a third time. It was real.

Warren spun back around. “Garry, looks like we don’t even need to bother.”

Garry shot him a questioning look.

Warren handed over his phone.

For what felt like ten minutes, Garry just stared at the screen, silent. Warren stood there, sweating, waiting for any reaction.

At last, Garry spoke, voice cool and almost amused. “Parrish actually did something right.”

Five minutes earlier, Parrish had posted on Twitter. Teresa is my fiancée. I trust her completely. If anyone dares to keep slandering her, I will make sure they face legal consequences.

Right after that, Vanguard Capital Partners’ official account retweeted it.

Just one post was enough to pull Teresa out of the mess.

Warren felt like he was getting whiplash. Was Garry seriously okay with his rival stepping up like this?

Only Garry, he thought, could keep his composure right now.

Teresa parked, took off her sunglasses, and strode inside toward the inpatient wing.

It was nothing like the crowded chaos of a public hospital. Here, everything was calm and spotless.

Her heels clicked across the shiny tile as she walked straight to the nurses’ station and set her hand on the white counter.

A nurse greeted her with a polite smile. “Hello, how can I help you?”

Teresa’s lips curled, her red lipstick impossible to ignore. “I’m here to see Ophelia.”

The nurse glanced her up and down, clearly uneasy. “And... may I ask why you’re looking for Ophelia?”

Teresa didn’t look like someone you wanted to mess with, and the nurse seemed to sense it.

Teresa’s eyes went cold. Her voice dropped, low and firm. “I’m here for Ophelia.”

That was all it took. The nurse wilted under her stare and pointed to a nearby room. “Ophelia’s in room 502.”

Teresa picked up her purse, her tone icy. “Thanks.”