You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 372

“At least if I marry her, I’d never hurt Patricia or go after her money,” Oliver said quietly. “What’s hers is the Padilla family’s too. It’s always been that way since we were kids.” He shrugged, making it clear the thought of scheming against his own wife was just ridiculous.

But if it were someone else? Who knows.

Atticus let out a sharp laugh. “So what, am I supposed to thank you for ‘looking out’ for my niece?”

Oliver answered honestly, “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I think you dare plenty!” Atticus flicked his cigarette away, grabbed Oliver by the collar, and yanked him close. “If you ever mess with my niece, I’ll blow your whole house sky-high. I don’t care if your old man is Miles himself, I’ll do it.”

Atticus spit out the words, then let go, shoving Oliver back with a practiced flick of his wrist. Years in the service had taught him how to handle stubborn people—drag them close, give them an earful, then toss them aside. Usually, they’d stumble a bit, then straighten up.

But Oliver actually went down. Not just anywhere, either—he managed to fall right as Patricia and Grandma came out, landing right in front of them.

What a sneaky guy. Seriously, what a show.

Atticus locked eyes with Grandma, and she shot him a stern look. “That’s enough, Atticus. You’ve gone too far.”

“Patricia, help Oliver up.”

Patricia reached out, but Oliver pushed himself up, dusted off his pants, and—ever the gentleman—tried to cover for Atticus. “I’m fine. I just lost my balance.”

Grandma didn’t buy it for a second. “You don’t need to make excuses for him. I saw everything.”

“Either way, you’re married now. Patricia’s made her choice. As her elder, you should let it go and stop worrying. Kids have their own lives to live. They’ll find their own happiness.”

It was done. No point in fighting it.

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