You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 623

“There’s no such thing as ‘what if’ in life. All those so-called what ifs are just excuses people make up when they can’t accept reality.”

“The Martin family’s already a mess. The dead are gone, the rest are just barely hanging on. What more do you want from me? Get out. All of you, get out. I never want to see you again.”

Grandma’s voice rang out, sharp and furious. Her glare could have cut glass. When Patricia didn’t move, Grandma lunged for the glass on her nightstand, ready to throw it.

Jackson stepped forward, putting himself between them, his voice low and menacing. “Go on, try it.”

Grandma froze, startled by the look in his eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to throw it, but her anger didn’t fade. She jabbed a finger at Patricia’s face, spitting out, “Patricia, you and that dog you keep—neither of you can face reality. You’re both just worthless trash.”

“We’re trash? What does that make you? Not even worth calling trash.”

“You sat back and watched your own sons tear each other apart and waited to pick up the pieces. If you’re so honorable, then get ready to hear from my lawyer. Covering up a crime is still a crime, isn’t it? Didn’t you always say I was ruthless? I’ll show you what ruthless really looks like.”

Patricia’s anger snapped. She took two steps closer to the bed, standing right over Grandma, head lowered but eyes blazing.

Her stare was ice cold, full of merciless fury. “You spent your whole life so proud, so above it all. Maybe before you die, you’ll finally know what it’s like to be disgraced. I’d love to see how your old friends and colleagues talk about you once they hear what you’ve done.”

“Life is long. Who really knows who’ll get the last laugh?”

“Patricia, you’re vicious,” Grandma snarled, her face twisted with hate.

“Not as vicious as you.”

Gone was the elegant woman they’d all known before.

Just a few months ago, Grandma had been the picture of grace, wandering the gardens of her fancy retirement home in her cheongsam.

Now, she was a shadow of herself, barely holding on.

And yet, the worse Grandma got, the more Patricia wanted her gone. She wanted her dead. She wanted her to suffer.

This was always going to be her ending.

She deserved to die the moment she helped Emerson hurt Patricia’s parents.

Her anger just kept building.

“Want me to go rough her up?” Jackson asked from the front seat, his voice dark.

Aiden chimed in, “There are cameras everywhere.”

Jackson shrugged. “So? I’ll wipe the footage.”

Aiden frowned. “What if someone walks by and sees?”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “You shoot down every idea. Why do we even bring you along?”

Aiden just stared up at the sky. “With that attitude, you should be in the mob, not security.”

Jackson shot back, “If I was in the mob, you’d be the first one gone. Don’t think I don’t know you’re always running to the boss with your little reports.”