You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 182

At eleven thirty, Sara pulled into the driveway and sat in her car for a minute, head hung low, dreading what was waiting for her inside.

Johns came rushing out, calling, “Come on, princess, don’t drag your feet. Sir’s been waiting up for you all night.”

“Johns…” Sara’s voice was shaky, her lips pressed into a pout, tears threatening to spill.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Johns said with a sigh. “If it were up to me, I’d be crying right along with you. I warned you not to take that kitten upstairs, but you never listen.” His words barely made a dent compared to the tension in the house.

Even Patricia usually knew better than to go up against Oliver.

After the concert, Sara had been walking on air, her heart still buzzing from the music and excitement. Then Johns called, and just like that, her bubble burst. It felt like the sky was falling.

Why did Oliver still have so much energy to keep tabs on them, even with his own wife around? It made no sense.

“Uncle Oliver…” Sara mumbled as she finally stepped into the living room.

“Had fun?” Oliver asked, lounging on the couch, spinning a teacup between his fingers. He was wearing a white cotton T-shirt that made him look younger, but his presence was as intimidating as ever. Sara couldn’t even lift her head to meet his gaze.

“You seem pretty happy. Maybe you should call your parents, let them know how you’re doing. Take your new little friend along and pay them a visit,” Oliver said, his tone casual but sharp underneath.

Sara stared at him, stunned. “I… I wasn’t—”

“Uncle Oliver, you can’t do that to me.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “And you? Have you thought about what you’ve put me through?”

With a heavy sigh, Sara dropped to her knees on the carpet.

Patricia, who had been sitting next to Oliver, immediately stood up and edged away. Kneeling in front of Oliver? No way. She wasn’t about to risk her own neck.

Patricia pressed her lips together, choosing not to say anything.

Marian nudged her, “Seriously, just go along with him. Don’t push back. Even someone as bold as Sara couldn’t stand up to him and ended up on her knees.”

Patricia stayed silent, but deep down, she agreed.

A breeze rustled through the leaves as Patricia’s phone buzzed. She glanced at Marian. “Go on, I need to take this call.”

“Ma’am, as you asked, the organizers invited Ruby to the gala on Friday night. The only custom couture piece has been arranged for her too.”

“Thanks. Try to get home early.”

Ruby loved stealing the spotlight, didn’t she? But this time, Patricia was going to make sure Ruby lost it all—right there, under the bright lights, with nowhere to hide.