He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 61

Everyone’s attention shifted to the girl in the wheelchair, moving steadily through the crowd. She looked about twenty, her dark hair braided in two neat plaits. There was something unusual about her, though. Her face should have been bright with youth, but instead, she carried a quiet maturity that felt out of place for someone her age.

As she drew closer, reporters wasted no time. Cameras pointed straight at her, eager for whatever headline she might bring.

Patti’s face went white. She hadn’t expected Maisie to show up, not here, not now. Panic flickered across her features, too quick to hide. “Who are you?” Patti blurted out. “Who put you up to this? Are you here to ruin my reputation?”

Maisie looked back at her, calm and steady. “Everything I’m saying is true. No one sent me. I came here because people deserve the truth. They shouldn’t be fooled by you any longer.”

She rolled her wheelchair up to the painting, Quagmire. “I did create this during a dark time in my life. But it’s not about pain or despair. It’s about finding the courage to reach for the sunlight, even when you’re stuck at the bottom. Even if it hurts, even if I end up covered in scars, I won’t give up.”

Maisie lifted her chin and pointed at a small patch of green among the ruins on the canvas. “This green right here is hope. It’s the new beginning I fought so hard for. And that’s what I’m doing now, too.”

Turning back to Patti, Maisie’s voice rang clear. “No matter what happens, no matter how many people try to tear me down, I have to tell the truth. Patti is a fraud. I’m the real artist behind all her famous paintings. I’m her ghostwriter.”

The room exploded with noise. Shock, anger, disbelief—all of it swirled in the air.

Theresia, meanwhile, couldn’t look away from Patti’s face. She watched every twitch, every flicker of dread. And when the moment was right, she jumped in, her voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. “So none of these are actually Patti’s work? That makes sense, honestly. I always thought it was weird how she switched from painting realistic landscapes to abstract art overnight. Patti, did you really think we wouldn’t notice? How could you lie to everyone who believed in you?”

Her words hit like a spark in dry grass, and soon the crowd was buzzing with whispers.

Then, one by one, everyone’s phones lit up and started buzzing. People glanced down, surprised, and tapped on the videos they’d just received. The shock spread from face to face as the recordings played.

“This is one hundred thousand dollars, your payment for this batch of paintings.”

“Remember, no one can know I hired you to paint for me.”

“Don’t worry. As long as we keep working together, I’ll make sure you and your grandmother are taken care of.”

“Maisie, I need a painting that’ll change everything for me. You have to help me.”