Phoebe's POV
My words came out steady and controlled, but I could see they hit their mark with everyone in the room.
I noticed Carol catch the subtle smile playing at Harold's lips—was that approval I saw there?
Chad must have spotted Harold's indulgent look too, because he turned to me with a careful tone. "Phoebe, this whole mess happened because we failed to supervise properly. You have every right to make whatever demands you want."
As for Carol—well, with Harold sitting right there, the man didn't have the guts to defend himself.
Especially after Harold had already caught him red-handed. I could see Carol's fear written all over his face—he knew begging for mercy would only dig his grave deeper.
I watched Chad struggle with his usual dilemma. Every encounter with Harold put him in an impossible position. You couldn't yell at Harold or lecture him, and he was even more untouchable than Mitchell. Yet somehow, Chad always got stuck dealing with the aftermath.
