You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 692

“Work’s already cutthroat enough these days.”

Some things didn’t need to be spelled out.

Kent’s grip on the steel bar eased a little as he leaned in, trying to catch Patricia’s face when she spoke.

“When people are under pressure, even a split second of letting their guard down gives everything away. If you ever get into trouble, just buy me a few seconds. That’s all I’ll need.”

And today, that’s exactly what Patricia did.

She tricked Kent into leaning closer, his face hovering right above hers.

Her finger, which had been pressed to the tabletop, slowly lifted.

In one swift move, Jackson—hidden in the crowd—grabbed a beer bottle and hurled it across the room.

It smashed right into Kent’s face, glass exploding everywhere.

In the chaos, Patricia shoved herself sideways, rolling away. She barely noticed the glass biting into her shoulder.

Brandon, who’d been keeping a close eye from the other side, charged in and kicked Kent hard, sending him sprawling as he tried to get up.

“Aunt Patricia!”

“Miss—”

Jackson shoved through the crowd, scooped Patricia into his arms, and laid her gently on the sofa, positioning himself right in front of her like a wall.

It wasn’t until the police started dispersing the crowd that Jackson finally picked her up and rushed outside, heading straight for the hospital.

Inside the ER, Jackson’s face was stone cold. He didn’t move until the doctor pulled the curtain closed around Patricia’s bed.

Only then did he turn, his icy stare landing on Sara, then Aiden. His words cut like knives. “Having a nice chat on the phone?”

“Before things blow up, you’re on the phone. After things blow up, you’re still on the phone. So what now? Why don’t you just go outside and keep talking?”

Aiden just stood there, speechless.

Jackson yanked him even closer, their faces inches apart. “Say something! You always have plenty to say when you’re arguing with me. What, cat got your tongue now?”

“Sorry,” Aiden finally choked out.

Jackson shoved him aside, sending him sprawling at Sara’s feet.

Sara stumbled back in shock—she’d never seen Jackson this furious, radiating so much danger.

This was a man who’d crawled out of hell and tried to wash his hands clean, but some things just never left your bones.

Jackson stalked over and pressed his boot hard against Aiden’s chest. “Sorry? That’s it? If all you can say is sorry, why are you even here?”

“Where’s your professional pride? If this was the army, by the time you finished your call, your whole squad would already be dead.”