He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 37

The night sky shimmered with stars as he stood on the rooftop, looking out over all of Harrisburg. The city lights stretched endlessly below, but his attention drifted to the thin red string tied around his wrist. He touched it, almost without thinking, and the tension in his face eased for just a second.

A few steps behind him, his right-hand man spoke up. “Theresia’s surgery went well. I made sure the donor’s family got a hefty payment, just like you told me. I’ve also planted someone close to Lawrence. He won’t ever find Theresia.”

With a quick movement, he slipped the red string under his sleeve and turned around. “We’re leaving Harrisburg tomorrow.”

The subordinate hesitated, unsure. “Shouldn’t we keep checking his identity?”

He looked up, his eyes so cold and sharp that the other man instantly tensed up. “Do you know how to report back?” he asked, his voice like ice.

The subordinate swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Harrisburg.

Since Theresia left, Lawrence had locked himself away in Verdant Heights. He spent his days lost in a blur of alcohol, barely able to function. It was the only way he could survive, the only way he could pretend that Theresia hadn’t left him, that their child was still alive.

Lawrence sat slumped on the floor, the whole room thick with the stench of old wine. Susan tiptoed around, terrified of setting him off.

But Patti wasn’t one to sit and wait for things to get worse. The Baker family had tried every trick in the book to kill the rumors, but nothing worked. The James family had already turned their back on her, and Jared was hell-bent on divorcing her. Patti was running out of options. Her last chance was Lawrence.

She knew he’d always loved her, no matter what. Surely, he’d help her if she asked.

So Patti drove out to Verdant Heights, not wasting a second before heading straight to the master bedroom. The moment she opened the door, she was hit by a wave of sour alcohol that almost made her gag.

She wrinkled her nose, looking around the messy room until she spotted Lawrence huddled near the window. He was unshaven, pale, and looked like he hadn’t showered in days. If she didn’t need his help so badly, Patti wouldn’t have given him a second glance.

She crouched down beside him, putting on her softest voice. “Lawrence, is this really worth it? Torturing yourself over a woman who doesn’t even love you? You need to get it together. The company needs you. I need you.”

Without warning, Lawrence threw his wine bottle aside and stared up at her.

Patti flinched, unsettled by the look in his eyes. “Lawrence, why are you looking at me like that? You’re scaring me.”

Before she could finish, Lawrence’s hand clamped around her throat. His voice was a harsh growl, full of pain. “Only a baby? Patti, that was my child. The child I waited years for.”

“Why did you have to say those things to Theresia? Why did you push her? If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have left me. If it weren’t for you, my child wouldn’t be gone.”

“It’s all your fault, Patti. Every bit of it.”

He was shaking with rage, so lost in it that for a second, he really looked like he might kill her.

Luckily, Susan heard the commotion and rushed in, pulling Lawrence away before he could do any more harm.

Patti scrambled back until she was safely out of reach, gasping for breath.

When she finally caught it, she dropped the sweet act and glared at him, her voice dripping with contempt. “Lawrence, you’re ridiculous. You’re the one who took Theresia’s eyes. You’re the one who lied to her. You followed me around like a lovesick puppy, and no one forced you. You did it all to yourself.”