He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 44

A sly, mocking smile played at the corner of Theresia’s lips.

Hanson glanced at her calm face and relaxed a little. “Lawrence woke up a few days ago and immediately set his sights on the nurse who was taking care of him. I just don’t get it. His business is basically bankrupt. What does she have to brag about?”

Theresia lifted her teacup with practiced grace. The scent of osmanthus mixed with a hint of fruit as she took a sip. “A dying camel is still bigger than a horse. For most people, even if Lawrence is bankrupt, he’s still way out of her league.”

She knew a thing or two about Lawrence’s secrets. His public businesses might be going downhill, but it was the shady deals in the background that had always kept him afloat.

Three years ago, Lawrence and Patti had teamed up to ruin her. Now her eyesight was back, she had status and money, and it was finally time for payback.

The first thing she needed was the ledger he once mentioned. Once she had more evidence, along with what he did to her three years ago, she would make sure he spent the rest of his life locked up, regretting every choice.

Hanson snorted. “What kind of treasure does she think she’ll find digging through the trash?”

Theresia’s smile turned sharper. “By the way, get me the contact for Patti’s ghostwriter. I want to meet her tomorrow.”

“She’s a tough nut to crack. Won’t budge for anything. You’ll have your hands full.”

Out in the hallway, a woman grew impatient with the manager’s excuses and decided to make a statement. She pushed open the door to a private dining room at random.

It was Theresia’s room.

Hanson stared in surprise, making direct eye contact with the unexpected visitor. His brow furrowed. “Manager, what’s going on here?”

The manager, flustered and unprepared, rushed to apologize. “I’m so sorry for the interruption. We’ll give you the member’s discount for your trouble.”

At the sound of voices, Theresia turned around in her seat. She froze for a moment when she saw the woman’s face.

She looked at the manager. “We’re done here. Please send someone to clear the table.”

Relieved that she wasn’t making things difficult, the manager nodded gratefully. “Thank you. Thank you so much for understanding.”

Theresia nodded back.

Just then, Hanson’s phone buzzed. He checked the message, his face turning serious. “Theresia, something happened to my client. I need to go right now. I can’t give you a ride.”

“No worries, go ahead,” Theresia said. “I’ll order a car.”

He rushed out without another word, clearly in a hurry.

As soon as Hanson left, the woman blocked Theresia’s way, her tone sharp and stubborn. “Who are you?”