You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 65

“Who sent these?”

“Does his mom have any sense? Who brings white chrysanthemums to someone in the hospital?”

Joseph was packing up to leave the hospital that day, his arm still stuck in a sling. When he saw the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, he completely lost it and tossed the whole thing on the floor.

A couple of his buddies who’d come to get him scooped up the card that had fallen out and gave it a quick look.

One of them couldn’t help but smirk. “Patricia sent it.”

Joseph stormed over and snatched the card from his friend. There were just four words written on it: “For your injured hand—Patricia.”

“That bitch,” he growled, practically shaking with anger.

He crumpled the card in his fist, grinding it into his palm. He was going to make her pay for this. No matter what. He meant it.

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Early that morning, Patricia dressed up and headed to the hospital.

In the rehab room, she handed out gifts she’d picked out herself to the doctors and nurses.

“Today’s my last day of rehab. I just want to say thank you for everything over the past two years.”

One of the nurses looked surprised and tried to hand the gift back. “This is really too much, Ms. Martin. We’re just doing our jobs.” Even though her salary wasn’t great, she definitely recognized the brand—just a single jar of eye cream from this set cost a fortune.

“You’ve all done way more for me than these gifts could ever cover,” Patricia said sincerely. “Please, I really want you to have them.”

The doctor hesitated, then added, “Mr. Padilla already sent us a very generous bonus from his personal account.”

“Mr. Padilla?” Patricia echoed, surprised. Suddenly, she remembered the man she’d seen two years ago, slipping out of Atticus’s study on that rainy night.

They’d actually run into each other again not long ago, at the research institute in Chelsea.

That’s when it finally clicked—her current rehab team was all elite specialists, provided just for her by the Padilla family.

She was literally their only patient.

“Ms. Martin, you didn’t know?” The nurse’s eyes lit up, hungry for gossip.

Patricia quickly caught herself. “Of course I knew.” She hated people poking into her private life, and she wasn’t about to give them anything to work with.

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