You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 479

There were listening devices hidden all over the house. If Grandma didn’t check, Patricia would never let her off easy.

Right then, Savannah started to regret ever taking Patricia’s money. This wasn’t money—it was a trap. She could feel the noose tightening around her neck. Lesson learned: never take money you can’t handle.

As Savannah stood there, Grandma’s glare practically burned a hole through her. “When did you start working for Patricia?”

Savannah could only sigh. “Grandma…”

“Did she threaten you?”

The question just hung in the air, thick and heavy. The whole living room fell silent.

Savannah knew there was no simple way to explain any of this. The Martin family’s drama was way too complicated for a quick answer. And honestly, Patricia just wanted Grandma to see what was inside that envelope. She’d already said as much. Savannah could just say she delivered it, nothing more.

Maybe it was better to let everyone assume Patricia forced her. That would get her some sympathy from Grandma, and who knew, maybe it would make it easier to help Patricia in the future.

Meanwhile, inside her Mercedes, Patricia listened to the conversation on her phone, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Savannah really was something else.

“I never thought Savannah was clean. She’s always dodgy and never gives a straight answer,” Jackson said, turning to Patricia as he listened through the speaker. “Miss, I wouldn’t trust her all the way.”

“I know,” Patricia replied, totally calm. “She’s not just working for us.”

“She might be working for Ruby. Or even Tina.”

Savannah was just a country woman desperate for cash, convinced she was clever. Always showing off, always bragging. She’d strut around in a fake Chanel suit with a cheap pearl pinned to her collar, acting like she belonged in this fancy neighborhood.

She worked as a housekeeper in the villa district, but outside, she’d act like she was some rich lady living in a mansion.

The girl in these photos looked just like her. Like a ghost from the past.

And she was pregnant.

After all these years, Emerson only had Ruby. Even if Ruby never married, just her legs alone were enough to worry anyone. Emerson wasn’t young anymore. If he really did have another child, that would be the best thing that could happen.

But why did Patricia want her to know all this? What was she after?

Grandma thought about it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out.

If this girl was someone Patricia planted by Emerson’s side, then she had to go. No question about it.

At three thirty that afternoon, Patricia walked out of the Blue Ridge Retirement Group headquarters, having spent the day digging through Grandma’s finances under the pretense of being a concerned family member.