You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 566

The wrinkles on Grandma’s face couldn’t hide how anxious she was, her cheeks twitching with fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice wavering.

Patricia just shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ve got all the evidence I need. Whether you admit it or not doesn’t change a thing for me.”

Grandma’s voice broke as she snapped, “Patricia, your parents have been gone for years. Are you really going to stand by and watch the rest of your family get destroyed? These people are your blood!”

“I’m the last family you have left in this world! How can you be so cold?”

Patricia let out a sharp laugh and slapped Grandma on the side of the head. “Then tell me—how were you able to stand by and watch your own son die for something he didn’t do?”

“You’re going to lecture me about family? Don’t make me laugh. Even wild animals protect their young. You’re worse than that.”

“Your parents were already gone. I’d already lost one child. Was I supposed to watch my second son go to jail, too? Patricia, you have no idea what it’s like to be a mother.”

Patricia straightened, her eyes icy as she stared down at her. “So you’re saying you had no choice?”

“I did what I had to,” Grandma whispered.

Patricia nodded, almost like she understood. “I get it. You didn’t want to lose both your sons. But maybe you should get where I’m coming from, too…”

She reached out, brushing Grandma’s cheek in a way that was gentle, but there was something unsettling about it, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“Grandma, you can understand why I want justice for my parents, right?”

Her words hung in the air, soft but sharp.

Grandma’s hands shook as their eyes met. “Patricia, the dead are gone. The living should focus on living.”

Patricia nodded. “Of course. I’m not going to let anything happen to Uncle Oliver.”

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