You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 329

Patricia let out a soft laugh and sat up, settling herself at the foot of the bed. She looked straight at Grandma, whose face was twisted in fear, then turned her attention to Judy. “Let him go? Sure, I can do that.”

She didn’t even bother explaining. Instead, she just pointed at the knife on the floor and glanced back at Grandma, completely unfazed, like none of this was even worth her breath.

But… this was murder.

Judy froze, stuck somewhere between panic and helplessness.

By the door, Jackson still had Judy’s son in a tight grip. He couldn’t help but snicker. “I’ve been around a long time, but I’ve never met anyone as clueless as you. Family feuds, mind games, all that stuff—that’s their business. You’re just the maid. You should’ve been at home cooking and cleaning, not trying to get mixed up in the Newtons’ mess. Did you really think you could play with the big shots? And now look—you dragged yourself in, and your kid’s about to get dragged down with you.”

He couldn’t resist taunting her. “You’re done for… all over.”

Jackson leaned in, his face inches from the young man’s. “Hear that, kid? Your mom’s about to be toast.”

“So sad. No dad, and now you’re about to lose your mom, too.”

The young man struggled, trying to break free, but Jackson just grinned and pressed a hand tighter around his neck, pinning him against the back of the door.

Grandma watched, face red with anger. She wobbled forward, gripping her cane, and tried to swing it at Patricia.

Patricia just stepped aside, dodging her easily.

The effort was too much for Grandma. She stumbled and fell onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Patricia lifted her skirt and glided across the carpet, her nude heels sinking softly into the fabric.

Patricia smoothed her dress and crouched down, meeting Judy’s eyes. “So you’re confessing?”

“Yes, I’m confessing. I am.”

Patricia smiled, straightening up. “Shouldn’t you be telling this to the police? I’m not a cop.”

Judy crawled a little closer, desperate. “It was all Grandma! She set the fire herself. She watched the house burn. She was the one who had those cars block the fire exit. Every single part of this was her. Not me. Please, you have to believe me…”

Two women fighting, while the real winner stands back and watches.

Patricia’s smile only grew as she glanced toward the doorway. “Mr. Lantz, did you get all that?”