You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 85

“You people are unbelievable. You can’t even leave the dead alone.”

The call ended with a harsh click. Marian muttered curses under her breath, her anger barely contained.

“That family’s doomed. One day, karma’s going to catch up with them.”

“I swear, if I could, I’d kill them myself.”

Jackson stood nearby. When he noticed Patricia’s face pale, he shot Marian a warning look, silently urging her to stop.

He gently tugged Marian toward the front door.

“What’s your problem? Since when can’t I speak my mind about people like that?” Marian snapped, pulling her arm free.

Jackson let go, keeping his tone calm. “You can say whatever you want. But the more you say, the worse Miss will feel.”

He picked a twig from a nearby bush and stuck it between his teeth, leaning against the wall with an air of lazy indifference, waiting for Patricia to give her orders.

Marian eyed him, suspicious. “Why are you so chill about all this?”

He shrugged. “What do you want me to do? Go and dig up their family graves too?”

But in truth, Jackson thought, it was already too late for that.

Old Mr. Newton’s grave had already been dug up—by them, no less.

And Miss? She’d taken those ashes, stirred them into a pot of soup, and served it to Kelly and their beloved grandmother.

But that little secret was better left unspoken. Some lines, once crossed, were best kept between the three of them.

“Why not? Why can they dig up our graves, but we can’t touch theirs?” Marian shot back, eyes blazing.

“Jackson, come in here,” Patricia called from the living room.

On the wooden coffee table by the sofa, Patricia sat with a calligraphy brush in hand, lost in thought as she wrote. Jackson stepped closer and watched the brush move—her strokes steady at first, but when she reached the last curve, her hand trembled, splattering tiny droplets of ink.

“In a bit, I want you to take Marian to the cemetery,” Patricia said quietly.

“What about you?” Jackson asked.

“I’ll stay here.”

“And do what?” he pressed.

“Wait for them to come kill me.”

The words sent a chill through Jackson. He’d known this was possible, but actually hearing Patricia say it made his heart clench.

He wanted to protest, to argue, but nothing came out.

He knew Patricia too well. Nothing he said could change her mind now.

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