Chapter 266
Oher’s cheer fight he hurried up the stairs toward the master bedroom
berhadapan the huing room doom and spotted at corted us on the sofa, figging through a beek the wound of the down the looked up her face breaking into a bright emite “You’re back?
Petrece her hook wide, slipped into her slippers, and stood when she saw the rain still dripping from his shoulders, her voice softened with concern. Is it still raining out?
Oliver couldn’t quite meet her clear, steady gaze. “Yeah, hasn’t stopped.”
“Why aren’t you in bed yet?”
was waiting for you. You didn’t pick up my calls. I got worried.”
He pressed his lips together, shrugged off his wet jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch. Holding out his arms, he said, “Come here. I need a hug.”
Patricia slipped right into his arms, tucking herself against his chest. Her voice was quiet. “Are you mad at me?”
Oliver never bothered hiding his feelings from her. “A little bit.”
He didn’t like it when Patricia spent too much time out. He always told her straight. If he was upset, he said so.
Hector always joked that Oliver didn’t know how to talk about his feelings, but that wasn’t true. He just went quiet to calm himself down, not wanting Patricia to see a side of him he tried to keep hidden. He worried he’d scare her off.
“I knew you were downstairs at my office, but you didn’t wait for me or come up. So, yeah, I was a little annoyed.”
Patricia turned her face, catching the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. “So you went out drinking?”
“Had a few drinks with Hector. Not much.”
Patricia sighed. “I didn’t go up to see you because Sara was upset. You treat me and her so differently–she almost cried.”
She flopped back against his chest. “I’m exhausted. I had to cheer up Sara, then come home and worry about you too.”
Oliver let out a quiet laugh. “So you used my card to make her feel better?”
Patricia looked up, surprised. “How’d you know?”
“My phone gets the alerts.”
“So how do you know it wasn’t me buying stuff?”
“You never wear that brand,” Oliver said as he leaned down, scooped her up, and settled her into his
arms.
Patricia yelped in surprise, automatically wrapping her arms around his neck. Before she could
protest, he’d already sat down with her in his lap
“That brand isn’t really your style anyway
Sara was all wild cestors and quirky prints–unless she had to dress up, she never wore anything else Patricia, though, always kept it simple and professional
“Sa after using my card to spoil Jackson and Sara, who’s next on your list?”
“You said you didn’t care how I spent your money.” Patricia replied, sitting up a little straighter, her tome teasing.
Oliver kept his arm around her waist, steady and gentle. “I don’t care.”
He let it go if he kept talking, it’d just sound like he was trying to control her.
“Be nice to Sara, okay? She’s just a girl, and her family doesn’t treat her well. It’d be so easy for some jerk to take advantage of her.”
Patricia explained it all, gentle but firm, laying out the reasons like she was building a case.
Oliver listened, realizing she made sense. Before bed that night, he transferred Sara some money for living expenses.
Sara nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the notification. Clutching her phone, she dove straight into their group chat.
Sara: What do I do, what do I do? Uncle Oliver just sent me money. Is this his way of telling me to take the money and disappear?
Colton: Welcome home! We’re in this together.
Roger: If Uncle Oliver wanted you gone, he wouldn’t pay you to leave. Ask Aunt Patricia.
Sara: Colton, you’re the best!
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