You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 27

Patricia usually did her physical therapy in the mornings, but after how her day started, she pushed it to the afternoon instead. By the time she crawled through rush hour traffic and finally made it home, it was almost seven.

The second she walked in, Patricia was hit with the sight of disaster—flowers from the garden scattered everywhere, stems snapped, petals crushed into the path. The place looked like it had been raided.

“Who did this? Has everyone lost their decency? What, did your mother die and you need the flowers for her funeral?” Marian’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and furious. She stalked around the yard, eyes searching for someone to blame.

Patricia, sitting in her wheelchair, just stared at the mess. She barely flinched. After a moment, she only sighed. “Call the police. Tell them we’ve had a break-in.”

Jackson didn’t hesitate. He trusted her judgment—he just pulled out his phone and made the call.

The police arrived and questioned everyone. Turned out, no one had been home except for Judy, the housekeeper. When they checked the security cameras, nothing showed up. The whole house had lost power—the main switch had been flipped, and only someone inside could’ve done that. The only one there was Judy.

Patricia was firm. “It was Judy,” she said, and within half an hour, Judy was being taken away for questioning.

Right before the officers led her out, Judy grabbed Patricia’s wheelchair, her voice trembling. “Ma’am, please, I swear it wasn’t me…”

Patricia looked almost delicate, dressed in a pale pink silk dress, her hair loose around her shoulders. The evening breeze drifted through the open window, the hem of her skirt fluttering softly. She seemed gentle, almost untouchable—a woman you’d never expect to accuse someone unfairly.

“Do you know who it was, then?” Patricia’s tone was calm but unwavering. “You know I don’t cover for anyone. If you did it, be ready to face the consequences. But if you’re innocent, I won’t hold it against you—you’ll keep your job.”

Her words were so even, so kind, that even the police looked at her with a little more respect. Here she was, in a wheelchair, still treating her staff with dignity.

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