You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 628

It was Emerson.

She’d only been a teenager back then. Her parents were gone—murdered. And the killer? Her own uncle, Oliver. Somehow, she’d found a way to survive. Most people would have shattered under the weight of it all.

Theo had once thrown it in her face: she was stuck between worlds, not quite alive, not really a ghost.

But even like that—broken and haunted—she kept going.

“Uncle Emerson,” Patricia said, steady as ever, “the moment I woke up in that hospital, I knew it was you who killed my parents.”

“All these years, I’ve walked this road alone, just for this day.”

Emerson didn’t even blink. His face was unreadable, calm as always. “Congratulations. You made it.”

“You’re right, I should celebrate. But I’m not finished yet. You weren’t alone in this. Someone else is still out there, walking free.”

Emerson stayed silent.

Just like he had when the police questioned him.

Never cracked. Never let anyone in. He always tried to take the fall by himself.

Patricia didn’t rush. She reached into her bag and pulled out a photo, pressing it to the glass between them.

Amber was in the picture, lying in a hospital bed—tired, holding her newborn baby close.

For a second, Emerson’s composure broke. You could see it, clear as day—like a building crumbling.

He reached for the photo, desperate, but the glass kept him away.

He snatched up the phone, his voice sharp with anger. “Patricia, what are you trying to do?”

She leaned back, a small, cold smile on her lips. Her fingers slid slowly down the photo.

“It’s simple. You know what I want.”

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