You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 933

“Should we wait for you?” Atticus asked.

Oliver shook his head so fast you’d think he was afraid someone might misunderstand. “No, really, you don’t need to wait for me. Patricia comes first, always.”

At one thirty, Patricia was wheeled into the operating room. With Atticus there, no one even questioned who would sign the paperwork. Even the hospital director showed up to wait with them outside the doors.

Grandma was pacing the hallway. She kept clasping her hands together and looking up, whispering under her breath. If you listened closely, you’d catch her murmuring her daughter Maddy’s name, begging her to watch over Patricia from above and help her through the delivery.

A mother, reaching out to her daughter who had already passed, asking her to protect her own child.

Atticus, who had spent most of his life being strong for everyone else, suddenly felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on his back. Hearing his mother call out to his late sister for help shattered something inside him. He covered his face with his hands, but the tears slipped out anyway.

At two fifteen, the doctor finally came out holding a tiny bundle. The whole family practically rushed forward in one breath.

“Congratulations, Mr. Ouyang, it’s a girl,” the nurse said, smiling as she let them peek at the baby. She unwrapped the blanket just enough for everyone to see the little one was healthy.

“Good, good,” Atticus said, nodding over and over, his voice thick with emotion. “How’s Patricia?”

“She’s being stitched up. She’ll be out in about half an hour.”

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