Phoebe's POV
I stood beside Harold at the window, both of us watching the chaos unfold in the courtyard below. Katie wheeled frantically around while Patty chased her with a corpse, trying to dump it on her lap.
"Darling, are you sure it's smart to handle the Bailey family like this? Won't this just make them hate you more?" I asked, though I couldn't help but find Katie's helpless panic amusing.
Harold shot me a knowing look, clearly entertained by how much I was enjoying the show. "Whether I was kicked out of the Bailey family or not, I've never given a damn what they think of me."
He was still the Bailey family head. His word was law in this house.
After watching their ridiculous game of cat and mouse for a while longer, boredom set in.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head. "So how long are they going to keep this up before they actually move the body? I'm getting bored."
