You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 909

"I..."

Bang! The door slammed so hard, Maggie could feel the vibration in her chest. She took a few quick steps and caught up at the doorway, watching him head for the car. "Where are you going?" she called out.

"Don't worry about it."

Atticus had spent years far away in the northwest. Chelsea was grown now, no longer the little girl he remembered, but the guilt still ate at him. He'd missed so much. Work always came first. The family never really got to be together. Now, finally back, he had imagined peaceful days, laughter filling the house, everyone close again. Instead, he walked right into a mess. His daughter tangled up with a jerk.

Chelsea wasn't perfect, but Hector? So much worse. Sure, Chelsea chased after him first, but if Hector was so committed to never getting married, he should have kept his distance. Instead, he slept with her, then ducked all responsibility. Worse, he tried to dump all the blame on Chelsea, spouting nonsense like, "She knew I don't do relationships." What a load of crap.

Fine. Whatever. Did they really think he was dead? That he was just a ghost, watching all this from the sidelines?

...

"Mr. McKee," Lincoln said, stopping just inside the door. "Mr. Padilla wanted me to tell you, maybe it's a good idea to lay low for a few days while you're on break."

Hector glanced at the plane ticket in Lincoln's hand. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Lincoln looked tired, lips pressed together. "He means, Mr. Parsons is basically running Riverdale now. If he really wants to do something, there's nothing Mr. Padilla can do to stop him."

"What? Is he going to kill me or something?"

"Just take your ticket and go."

Unbelievable. Sure, Hector had messed up, but Chelsea wasn't exactly a saint. Was Atticus going to break the law over this?

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