He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 242

Teresa walked confidently down the hallway toward room 502.

Every room in this hospital was a private VIP suite, so privacy was never an issue. Teresa paused outside the door, peering through the glass. Ophelia was inside, bent over a patient, pretending to check his vitals. Her skirt was hitched up just enough to show the color of her underwear, and her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, giving the patient a front-row seat to her cleavage.

The guy in the bed looked like he was about to pass out, his eyes glued to Ophelia. He reached out, just to test the waters. When Ophelia didn’t object, he got bolder.

Teresa scoffed quietly. No wonder Lawrence fell for Ophelia’s tricks. It was such a basic move, but a guy like Lawrence was always going to fall for it.

Pulling out her phone, Teresa started recording. Then, without warning, she pushed open the door.

Ophelia jumped, the needle she was holding clattering to the floor.

“Teresa… it’s you,” Ophelia stammered.

Teresa didn’t even slow down. “Yeah, it’s me.”

Ophelia shrank back, reading the room instantly. “What do you want, Teresa?”

Teresa let out a cold laugh. “I’m here to teach you a lesson.”

She closed the distance and swung her purse, smacking Ophelia right in the face.

Before Ophelia could react, Teresa hit her again. And again. And again. The blows kept coming, one after another.

Ophelia screamed, but Teresa wasn’t finished. With a stone-cold expression, she grabbed Ophelia’s hair and yanked her head back, forcing Ophelia to look up at her with a face that was already turning red and swollen.

“Teresa, you can’t just hit me. Who do you think you are?”

Ophelia’s voice shook with anger. “You don’t even know what Lawrence is like with me. He told me himself you were nothing in bed. That you just lay there like a corpse. Teresa, as a woman, you’re the loser here.”

Teresa looked back over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with amusement. “You’re really fighting me over a man who’s dead and gone? Ophelia, that’s just sad.”

Ophelia’s hysterics barely registered. Teresa’s calm only made Ophelia more unhinged.

Why? Why did Teresa get everything so easily? Why did she still get to win?

Ophelia’s resentment was eating her alive.

As Teresa walked out of the room, Ophelia chased after her, screaming, “Teresa, I’m going to press charges for assault!”