Harold's POV
My chest swelled with pride as I flashed a wide grin. "Damn right! A woman's gotta have some bite when she's navigating this world, otherwise people will walk all over her. Phoebe's handling things exactly like she should."
The line went dead—Alan had clearly hung up in frustration.
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Alan stared at his phone, shaking his head. "Being bullied? With her lethal skills, she's the one everyone else should worry about."
"This bastard's completely whipped. When it comes to Phoebe, she can do no wrong. Where the hell are his standards? What happened to having some principles?"
Despite Alistair's lightning-fast damage control, whispers still managed to leak out.
Sergio somehow caught wind of the situation and showed up at the hospital before dawn broke.
