He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 6

Patti sat off to the side, her eyes glued to the spot where the two of them had disappeared. She picked up her glass and finished her drink in one quick gulp.

Outside the Onyx Club, Lawrence helped Theresia into the car with extra care.

The air was freezing out there, but once they got inside, the warmth wrapped around her like a blanket.

Theresia sat up, staring into the distance, her eyes unfocused. As the car pulled away, she could feel Lawrence’s presence beside her, his body heat almost touching her.

He leaned in, his lips close to her ear. “Why did you come out so late?”

She didn’t look at him. “Patti called me. She said you’d had too much to drink and asked me to pick you up. I was worried, so I just came. I didn’t really think it through. But now, looking back…”

Her voice faded and she let the rest hang in the air.

Lawrence glanced over. “Looking back, what?”

Theresia just gave a tiny smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing. I’m probably just overthinking things.”

She could feel his gaze searching her face. After a moment, he pulled her into his arms. “Patti had a rough childhood. She’s a good person. She would never do anything to hurt anyone.”

Theresia’s face went pale, her nails digging into her palms so hard it hurt.

Did he really love Patti so much that he couldn't see the truth?

Was stealing her fiancé not cruel? Wasn’t planning that accident cruel? Wasn’t taking her corneas cruel?

Just because she’d been swapped as a baby, everyone acted like Theresia was some kind of criminal.

People stepped on her like she didn’t matter. Even the Baker family’s staff treated her like dirt. Being bullied and framed by Patti was just part of everyday life.

Thinking about all of it sent a chill down her spine.

Even so, she’d never fought back. Even when Patti took her fiancé, Theresia never really blamed her.

Not until she overheard Lawrence and Daniel talking outside that hospital room. That was the moment her heart finally broke.

When they got home, Theresia got out of the car.

It was past midnight and she was exhausted. She washed up and fell into bed. A few minutes later, Lawrence joined her.

“I just got a drink of water and used the bathroom,” she said, her voice steady.

Guess he was just being paranoid.

Lawrence leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You should get some sleep. Something urgent came up at work. I need to go handle it.”

That excuse again.

For three years, every time Lawrence got called away in the middle of the night—even when they were together in bed—he always left so calmly. Theresia had never questioned it. She always thought it really was a work emergency.

Now she realized. Every single time, it had been about Patti.

Lawrence hurried to put on his clothes, not even bothering to tie his tie properly before rushing out of the bedroom.

When his footsteps finally faded away, Theresia just stood there, her face drained of color, her nails digging into her skin.

He really did care about Patti. Just one call from her, and he would drop everything for her.

Suddenly, she ran after him, grabbing his hand. “Lawrence, please… don’t go.”