You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 387

Five minutes past nine.

Patricia checked her phone. No surprise—Oliver had already messaged.

“On your way?”

She answered honestly, “Still need a minute.”

“Not done yet?”

“Something unexpected happened,” she replied.

Barely a second after she hit send, her phone rang. Oliver’s steady voice came through, calm as ever. “Need any help?”

“No,” Patricia said right away. “I’m still in the car. Haven’t gotten out. Don’t worry about me.”

At Cloud Peak, the three youngest had just piled out of the car, each hugging a laptop as they shuffled into the tea room on the first floor. As they passed Oliver, they threw him looks as dark as storm clouds—like he’d personally ruined their day.

Mr. Padilla replied, “So you do know I worry about you?”

Right then, a snort of pure disdain sounded by his ear.

For a second, he thought it was Patricia. But after a beat, he realized it was just Colton, walking past with a scowl.

Oliver had no time for this. Still holding his phone, he swung his leg out and gave Colton a kick right on the backside.

Thud. Colton dropped to his knees, completely caught off guard.

Patricia’s voice came through the phone. “What was that noise?”

Mr. Padilla didn’t miss a beat. “Something fell.”

He didn’t even glance at Colton, who was glaring up at him with wounded eyes.

“Miss,” Jackson called, hurrying him along.

Oliver ended the call, slipped his phone into his pocket, and looked down at Colton still kneeling on the floor.

“I never even settled the score from Golden Bay at New Year’s, when you tried to get me drunk at the table. And now you’re at it again?”

Colton looked up, clearly offended. “You’re always picking on us.”

Oliver didn’t even blink. “Then leave.”

The glass door closed, shutting out their voices.

Inside, Colton pointed furiously toward the living room. “Did you hear what that old man just said?”

Roger grabbed his finger, panicked. Don’t point! Oliver might snap your hand off.

“He wants to set me up? I’m still a kid!” Colton banged the table, frustration boiling over. “When I finally make it big, the first thing I’ll do is kick him out!”

The tea room echoed with his complaints.

In the living room, Marian stood frozen with a tray, too scared to come out. Oliver always made her nervous, especially when he was in a bad mood. He could be terrifying.

Cloud Peak was a noisy mess.

Meanwhile, Obsidian was chaos.

An ambulance screeched up outside. Paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, then dashed back out just as quickly. A black suit jacket covered the man’s face as they wheeled him away.

Patricia stared as his arm hung limply off the side of the stretcher.