You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 271

Patricia rubbed her temples, fighting off a headache.

Oliver was coming home tonight. He’d be back by eight, and if she wasn’t there when he walked in, he’d definitely lose his cool. The last thing she wanted was for the Newton family and all their drama to mess things up between her and Oliver.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jackson standing outside the station, a coffee in one hand and a lollipop in his mouth, looking at her like he was watching a show unfold. He looked way too amused for her liking.

Patricia frowned hard, but Jackson just strolled over, as laid-back as ever.

“Here’s your coffee, ma’am.”

Then she turned to the officer. “Here’s the security footage from across the street. It catches the whole café.”

The video made it clear: the old lady was the one who started it. Patricia had just tried to pull her arm away.

When Howard saw the footage, his face went blotchy with anger.

Patricia took a sip of her coffee and said, “Since Mr. Newton has had his say, I guess he’ll just have to wait for my lawyer’s letter. Officer, does this count as defamation?”

The cop glanced from Patricia to Howard and replied, all business, “Yeah, it counts, but with someone her age, the judge will probably try to mediate before court. But Ms. Martin, if you want to spend your time on it, I won’t stop you.”

Patricia smiled and gave Wendy a nod. “No worries. I’ve got nothing but time.”

She stood up, looking down at Howard, her smile never fading. “Being old doesn’t give you the right to act like a bully. If you want respect, start by respecting others.”

As she walked out of the precinct, Howard squeezed his eyes shut, frustration written all over his face. His hand tightened into a fist on his knee.

For months now, his company had been hit with one problem after another. Deals he thought were locked in suddenly fell through, important executives got poached—the headaches just kept coming. And every single one traced back to Patricia.

Sitting in his car outside, Howard scrolled through his contacts without really looking, stopping when he reached Emerson’s name.

The van sped through the city, heading toward Cloud Peak.

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