Phoebe's POV
"You found out last night, and after all the opportunities today, you still couldn't bother telling me?" I snarled, my eyes burning holes through Harold.
With Dale and Julian watching him squirm with obvious satisfaction, Harold was practically begging for mercy—only his pride kept him from dropping to his knees.
"Baby, it won't happen again. Next time I catch wind of anything Granger-related, you'll be the first to know, I swear."
I let out a harsh laugh. "You think there's going to be a next time?"
"No, never again. I give you my word."
Harold jumped at the opening to smooth things over. "Please don't stay mad."
The fury in my expression finally eased as I gestured for him to keep talking.
Relief flooded Harold's face before he turned back to my uncles, resuming their Granger family breakdown.
