You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 291

Several shareholders had joined forces, insisting that Howard give them an answer. One problem after another kept landing on his desk, leaving him no time—or energy—to deal with Patricia.

But Patricia wasn’t worried. Time was on her side.

Howard spent half a month running around in a panic, and before anyone knew it, Riverdale skipped straight from summer to winter—autumn didn’t even bother to show up. Patricia switched her trench coats for thick wool overcoats. Riverdale winters meant a cold river wind that never seemed to stop. With her old leg injury, Patricia couldn’t risk the chill.

That’s why the underfloor heating at Cloud Peak had been turned on way ahead of schedule. Colton and Roger couldn’t stop wondering why the place was already toasty. Guys usually ran hot and hated the heat. Roger was fanning himself with a book, wearing nothing but a T-shirt.

Johns, overhearing their complaints, finally spoke up. “Mrs. Padilla’s leg still gives her trouble when it’s cold. If you’re too warm, just crack a window in your room.”

That shut them up. They got it. It wouldn’t be right to make someone in pain suffer just so they could stay cool.

That evening, Sara came in from outside, holding onto Patricia’s arm. Behind them, Jackson and Aiden each lugged a mountain of shopping bags, making trip after trip to empty the car.

“What is all this?” Marian stared at the pile of bags, completely stunned. This was so not Patricia’s style. One look at Jackson, who looked like he was about to collapse, and Marian immediately understood.

Sara stood in front of the pile, pointing at the bags like a general. “All this is Aunt Patricia’s. Come help us carry it upstairs!”

Roger raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying only these two are yours?” Everyone knew Sara was the shopaholic in the family.

“Yep!” Sara nodded, looking completely serious.

Colton and Roger exchanged a look. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true!” Sara nodded again, earnest as ever. “Let’s just get everything inside first, we’ll sort it all out later.”

Pretty soon, the whole house was pitching in—hauling bags into the elevator, then into the living room.

When Mr. Padilla came home, he stopped short at the sight of the mountain of shopping bags. He had to step around just to find a place to stand. Looking at Marian, who was still hauling another bag, he asked, “What happened here?”

“Miss Patricia and Ms. Padilla went shopping,” Marian explained.

Oliver didn’t buy it. He was sure this was just one of Sara’s usual stories.

Marian saw the doubt on his face and nodded. “Really. It’s true.”

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