Harold's POV
I remained positioned beside the bay window for an extended period. The moment I spotted a vehicle approaching, I shut my laptop, rose from my seat, and headed upstairs to get changed. Phoebe entered right after Malcolm, and I could sense her eagerness to gauge my response to her email—not seeking pity, but wanting my genuine thoughts.
Malcolm flashed Phoebe a warm, energetic grin. "Good morning, Miss Hale."
Phoebe returned the smile. "Morning."
"You're here quite early today. Planning a morning jog with Mr. Bailey?" Malcolm inquired. He'd recently stepped into Alistair's role, handling my daily transportation. He was aware that whenever I stayed at this place, I not only took care of Phoebe's meals but also joined her for morning runs.
Phoebe gave a nod. "Yeah, I got up early and decided to come see Harold."
