You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 370

Patricia sat on the couch and slowly covered her face with both hands, not daring to make a sound.

Oliver had always been the kind of guy who knew his manners. He’d met Atticus through Patricia’s older brother. The two men had served together in the army, and when Oliver was young, he’d often tag along with his brother to the base. That’s how he and Atticus got close, despite the age difference. They’d become friends, the kind who could call each other brothers.

When Patricia got into trouble, it was Atticus who called Oliver in the middle of the night, asking for help—calling him “brother” like it was nothing.

No one saw this coming.

Now that “brother” had turned into nephew-in-law.

Oliver looked over at Atticus, his eyes deep and calm, but with something conflicted hiding beneath the surface.

Atticus, for his part, was a career military man. He wasn’t exactly rough, but he didn’t have the kind of sharp intuition you pick up working in business.

“What’s that look for? You got somewhere else to be?” Atticus asked, his voice gruff.

Oliver shook his head. “No.”

“Then what’s going on?” Atticus pressed.

Patricia, feeling the tension behind her, turned and called softly, “Uncle…”

Oliver didn’t want Atticus to give Patricia a hard time. He jumped in right after, matching her tone.

“Uncle…”

Atticus just stared.

Grandma was speechless.

Maggie fell silent too.

For a moment, the living room felt thick with awkwardness, the silence heavy enough to suffocate.

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