You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 631

The living room was alive with easy conversation, everyone sprawled across the couch, catching up. Most of the talk was about family—little updates, funny stories, the usual. Every so often, someone would mention work, but nobody lingered on it for long.

Jaxon glanced over at Patricia. “You and Kyle seem pretty close, huh?”

Mr. Holmes?

Patricia’s brows knit together, just a hint of suspicion in her eyes. “We’ve run into each other a few times since I got back, but I wouldn’t say we’re close. Why do you ask?”

Jaxon shrugged, playing it cool. “No reason, just making conversation.”

But Patricia didn’t buy it. Jaxon had an important job at Golden Bay, and for him to show up in Riverdale out of nowhere? That meant something was up. Now he was fishing for details about her and Kyle—maybe there was trouble in the Riverdale management system, and Kyle was caught up in it? She didn’t press him, though. With work like his, there were things better left unsaid.

Changing the subject, Jaxon turned his attention to Sara. “You haven’t been giving Uncle Oliver a hard time lately, have you?”

Sara practically jumped away from Oliver, her eyes wide. “No way!”

Jaxon grinned and pointed at her. “Seriously, cut your Uncle Oliver some slack.”

Oliver gave Sara a long, suffering look. “Honestly, you’re welcome to take her off my hands.”

Sara stuck out her bottom lip and didn’t bother to answer. Instead, she scooted across the room and latched onto Patricia’s arm, looking up at her with big, pleading eyes—like a puppy begging for treats.

Jaxon’s laugh rumbled from deep in his chest, full of warmth as he watched Sara. “Uncle Oliver told me you wanted to sneak Aunt Patricia into a frat party. If you’re feeling brave, go for it.”

Sara huffed, looking wounded. “I told you, I just saw some dumb memes online. I’m not actually going to do that. I’m not stupid.” She shot Oliver a pitiful glance.

He shut her down with a single icy look.

Jaxon’s tone dropped. “Joking or not, don’t say those things.”

Honestly, Cecilia was relentless. She must have figured out that Jackson had something to do with her son’s problems, so she’d come looking for answers. She’d spent a month tracking down Cloud Peak, doing her research online, and realizing that everyone who lived here was insanely wealthy. No wonder Jackson, just a bodyguard, could pull together half a million in cash so easily.

Now Cecilia was stewing in her own anger—partly at herself, but mostly at Jackson for being so ruthless. They were brothers, but Jackson had made sure Raymond couldn’t get work anywhere. Raymond was about to get married, and now, with no job and no prospects, his future was completely derailed. The bride’s parents weren’t saying anything directly, but she could feel their judgment.

Cecilia had spent her whole life fighting for her kids. She wasn’t about to stand by and watch everything fall apart. But in the end, she underestimated how cold the rich could be. That night, she waited outside Cloud Peak’s gates until after midnight, but no one came out—not even Jackson.

After dinner, word of the situation finally got to Oliver.

He looked over at Patricia. “Are you going to do something about this?”

Patricia didn’t even hesitate. “Nope. If she wants to wait, she can wait.”

Oliver nodded, called Johns over, and told him to let the staff know.