His Eagle Eyes on Me

"Layla, I've watched you grow up, and I know that you are a great young woman. This is just an accident, and you only got unlucky. You didn't mean for any of this to happen, so we don't blame you for it. Don't apologize to me. Stay and share lunch with us. I will start cooking now."

"I can help," Layla said.

"It's fine. My husband can help. Just rest. You've just been discharged yourself, haven't you? Have you recovered?"

"Yeah, or my parents would have never let me out," Layla said.

"That's good... If you ended up like Eric, we would be even more devastated," Mrs. Santos said, feeling slightly better. "Why don't you watch some television while you wait?"

Layla did not want to watch television and said, "Can I stay in Eric's room for a while?"

"Sure!" Mrs. Santos said.

Eric had brought Layla here before, so she knew exactly which room belonged to him.

Layla was the only female apart from Mrs. Santos who had entered Eric's room as he rarely invited any woman over.

had other properties, he would often invite his friends there instead,

and Mrs. Santos headed into the kitchen, Layla walked

other month, but Mrs. Santos cleaned his room every single

door open and noticed that everything inside the room

room was an idea she had copied

in his room,

hard work throughout the years, and he was the only one who knew

suffered on his path to

of the trophies before walking over to the study table

There

let

few books he had

he had

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