You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 115

“When you first left, Miss, Jackson and I were planning to head back to the Parsons’ place. Then Johns showed up and told me you were with Mr. Padilla now. He asked if I wanted to join you up at Cloud Peak. Honestly, I thought Johns was making it all up. It wasn’t until Miss Chloe explained that Mr. Padilla had put together your whole treatment team that I finally agreed to come.”

“Just a few days ago, Johns told me you were coming back. I didn’t believe him, but you really are here.” Marian glanced around, wiping at her eyes, her voice trembling with happy disbelief. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“Let those Newton family dogs see for themselves—our Miss is as gorgeous as ever. Let’s see what they have to say now.”

Patricia sat in the sunlit tearoom, gently hugging Marian, her voice soothing. “Everything’s fine now. I came back this time to set things straight.”

Marian’s eyes flashed with anger. “And you’ll get back the company that belonged to you and Mr. Parsons.”

Patricia nodded. “I will.”

The Emerson family had taken what was hers for far too long. She was going to take it all back, one step at a time.

“Don’t cry,” Patricia said, brushing away Marian’s tears with her thumb, coaxing a smile from her. “I’ve been gone for three years, and you still look just as young.”

“Oh, Miss, always teasing me.” Marian sniffled, but a smile broke through.

Patricia led her to a chair. “Are you settling in okay up here at Cloud Peak?”

“I am. Johns mentioned you and Mr. Padilla…” Marian hesitated, not sure how to finish. Patricia’s last marriage had ended so badly that Marian thought she’d never risk it again—let alone remarry less than three months after the divorce.

She held her tongue, not wanting to bring up old wounds, and honestly, Mr. Padilla seemed way out of her league to even mention.

Patricia gave her an easy smile. “Yeah, we got married. Registered in Toronto. He’s been taking care of everything for me these last two years. He’s a good man.”

Marian’s eyes lit up. “That’s wonderful. I’m really happy for you.”

“Don’t worry,” Patricia said, squeezing her hand.

They chatted about everything and nothing, laughter and comfort filling the room, until just before noon when someone knocked on the glass door.

Patricia glanced over and saw the tall, familiar outline through the glass. She checked the time, nerves fluttering, and quickly got up to open the door.

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