You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 565

Patricia would never forget just how two-faced Emerson could be.

Back when he needed Jason, he treated her like she was royalty. Sweet words, fake smiles, always on his best behavior. But after her parents died, he dropped the act completely. Now whenever Emerson saw her, he couldn’t even bother with basic politeness.

She still remembered her father’s memorial day. Emerson had barged into the yard, kicked over the firepit where she was burning offerings, and jabbed his finger right in her face. “You’re bad luck,” he’d spat at her.

Bad luck? Burning offerings for the dead was unlucky? But snatching up the inheritance of the dead—well, apparently that was just fine.

Back then, she hadn’t even been taken in by the Parsons family yet. When she argued back, her grandmother charged over and slapped her, hard.

Disrespectful, she’d been called. Ungrateful. Rebellious.

And Emerson? He just stirred the pot. “Mom, Jason’s gone. It’s your job to teach Patricia a lesson now.”

So that day, her grandmother locked her in a room and left her to starve.

Patricia could almost laugh about it now. Was this what people meant by karma?

Now, in the Martin family’s fancy mansion, Patricia tossed the bread she was holding onto the sofa. It rolled off and landed by her grandmother’s feet.

The noise startled her grandmother, who looked up, expecting Emerson. But when she saw Patricia, the anger in her eyes flickered into scorn.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped.

Patricia shrugged, her tone light and laced with sarcasm. “Just here to watch the circus. What else?”

She looked around for a place to sit, but every surface was dirty and cluttered.

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