You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 754

Everyone had their own story and their own reasons. From where they stood, each of them felt like the one who’d been wronged. That was life. Hardly anyone knew how to love someone the way that person wanted to be loved. Not even Oliver, for all his power and confidence, could manage that.

The shouting in the bedroom didn’t let up. Outside, Sara clung to Roger’s sleeve, her face anxious.

Roger just gave a helpless shrug. “There’s nothing I can do.”

Sara’s voice was small and shaky. “Do you think something bad will happen if they keep this up?” She was scared. Sure, they argued, but she’d never seen Aunt Patricia this furious before. What on earth happened today? Maybe that saying about marriage was true. When the one who always puts up with everything finally reaches their limit, things really do start to fall apart.

“If only Grandma were here,” Sara whispered. An elder could have stepped in, tried to calm things down. If they walked in now, Uncle Oliver would probably throw them right back out.

Inside, Patricia sat on the edge of the bed, her face drained of color, breathing uneven and shallow. One hand pressed against her chest, she let out a shaky breath and turned away from Oliver, trying to collect herself.

Oliver saw how upset she was and took a step closer, reaching out, trying to help.

Patricia slapped his hand away.

That tiny spark of gentleness was gone in an instant, snuffed out by her cold rejection. Oliver’s anger, which had just started to cool, flared up all over again. They were right back at square one.

The tension was thick when Patricia’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jackson’s name lit up the screen.

Patricia moved to grab it, but Oliver was faster. He snatched the phone before she could react.

“Give it back!” Patricia shouted.

Oliver answered. Jackson’s voice came through, steady but urgent. “Miss, Ruby bought a ticket to Sydney for tonight. Looks like she’s planning to leave.”

She’d barely taken two steps before Oliver grabbed her arm, his voice hard. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s none of your business...” Patricia yanked her arm free and walked into the closet, pulling out an outfit and tossing it onto the bench.

Oliver followed, opened the closet, and shoved the clothes back inside.

Patricia ignored him, grabbed another set, and tried to put it on.

Oliver snatched the sweater out of her hands, tossing it onto the counter, blocking her at every turn.

“Oliver!” Patricia shouted, her patience finally snapping.