You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 141

“What do you want?”

Joseph stared down at the knife pressed to his stomach, every muscle tense, his eyes locked on Patricia with pure suspicion.

“Killing me would be a crime. If something happens to me here today, do you honestly think you can just walk away?”

“Walk away?” Patricia let out a short laugh like she’d just heard the punchline to a joke. “Mr. Miller, are you serious? Why would I need to run?”

“Even three years ago, I got exactly what I came for. What makes you think I’d ever run from anything I’ve done to you?”

She wasn’t the kind of person who ran. She’d come back for payback. For every single one of them.

Joseph included.

He used to call her a cripple to her face. She’d never forgotten that. Not for a second.

“Patricia, you really think Riverdale still belongs to you? The Martin family is Ruby’s now. You have nothing to do with them anymore.”

“Is that so?” Patricia’s smile was easy but her eyes were icy, every word pointed. “If it’s all Ruby’s now, aren’t you worried she’ll find out what you did to her at Cloud Peak?”

Joseph’s heart dropped and for a split second, his face went stiff.

He glared at Patricia, but kept his mouth shut.

How could he tell if she really had proof or was just bluffing?

Patricia tilted her chin at the round table beside them, nodding at the envelope sitting there.

“Go ahead. Take a look.”

Joseph reached over and picked up the envelope. As soon as he pulled out the photos inside, his whole body went rigid.

How did she get these? How did she even know about this?

“Mr. Miller, just imagine what would happen if I handed these to Ruby. Where do you think that would leave you?”

Joseph’s face went ghost-white.

“Yeah,” Joseph said, barely glancing at him.

“What did you talk about?”

“I told her to watch herself, to stay far away from me. Otherwise, one day, I’ll get even.” Joseph looked down at the scratch on his arm.

Theo’s face went cold, but he kept quiet.

With Patricia crashing the scene so dramatically, everyone was watching Joseph, the ex-husband. Drawing attention now would only hurt both the Newtons and the Martins.

But Theo could barely keep himself in check.

Kelly had noticed her son’s barely-contained frustration. She didn’t take her eyes off him for a second.

“Stop worrying. Theo knows what he’s doing.”

“It’s not Theo’s sense I’m worried about,” Kelly muttered, her gaze sharp. “I’m worried that witch Patricia is going to reel him right back in.”