Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: The positive and negative.

Because she needed to regain composure, Phoebe excused herself and went to the bathroom. In there, she cried some more and prayed for Mason’s soul. If he realized his wrong doings and atoned for his sins there was a possibility of him getting a chance at reincarnation after thousands of years.

She would continue to pray for his soul as often as she could and help with the arrangements of his mothers’ burial if nobody stepped in.

A female police officer walked in and saw her wiping tears away with slightly red eyes.

“Is everything okay miss?”

Phoebe nodded. “I am okay.”

“Are you sure?” the policewoman asked just to be sure.

It was not the first time someone was crying in the police station bathroom. Relatives of criminals or victims and sometimes people that committed crimes and were feeling the pinch of the consequences cried in bathrooms.

She didn’t know which category Phoebe fell under but given that she was a familiar face to her, she assumed a criminal.

“It will be okay, just pay for your crime and and become a law abiding citizen.”

Phoebe frowned, but before she could ask the policewoman to elaborate her phone rung. She checked and realized it was David again. He had been calling her nonstop but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with him so she rejected the call.

She stepped out of the restrooms with her hands inside the pant pockets and her head lowered, sniveling now and then with guilt eating her up. All she wanted to was leave the police station but when she walked to the the exit, it was blocked off.

Since no danger had been detected after the fire alarm went off, everyone had reentered the building and the police officers were back to business. Once more, the police station was crowded with people mostly involved in the Cuckoo case. Example in point was the loud woman that was crying and lamenting loudly.

“How am I supposed to go on with my life childless? The Montgomery’s have decided to keep both children, my biological child and theirs. This isn’t fair at all, please officer tell them to return my biological child since they took their son.” The woman went on her knees and rubbed her palms, making a plea.

She was wearing old worn out clothes, a black skirt that had gone out of style ten years ago and an old faded chiffon top. Judging by her appearance she was too poor to stand against a powerful family like the Montgomery’s.

A set of four lawyers dressed in black expensive suits stood close by and one whom Phoebe assumed was the leader threw the woman a business card.

“Madam, we have explained the situation to you, the child that you gave birth to doesn’t want you and the Montgomery’s are going to legally adopt him. Also the child you raised is a Montgomery, he was ecstatic on finding his real parents, he won’t be returning to you as well.

The Montgomery’s are kind people and they are willing to compensate you generously for all your efforts in raising their child. Call us when you are ready to negotiate. In the meantime, please refrain from contacting our clients and their children.”

The lawyers turned around and walked out in a straight line.

Shaking his head in disbelief, the officer helped the woman sit on a chair, he sat on the one next to her and tried to convince her to take the offer.

“I cannot help you here ma’am and the child you are talking about here is an adult. He is sane enough to make such important decisions for himself. Even if you take this to court you are on the loosing end here after all it’s the wealthy families that are the victims here. They gave their all to raise these sick children while their own children endured misfortune.

Some of them even died due to illnesses they acquired, simple illnesses that could be cured but were not because they were raised by poor parents. Some children ended up permanently crippled while others didn’t receive education. If you weigh these things on a scale, those children suffered more. ”

The woman reached for a tissue from the tissue box the police officer was handing to her and after sneezing in it she looked straight at the detective.

“Why didn’t you discover this years ago, do you know the kind of trauma that we are going through, especially we the poor families? Our children are being ripped out of our lives and we cannot fight back. Our lives are being ruined, which child will want to leave a wealthy family for a poor one especially when the wealthy family is refusing to let them go?

It’s not like we asked for this, we are also victims. We are being called shameless cuckoo parents on the news but what was our fault? People are even speculating that we colluded with that nurse to send our children to rich families. Our pictures have been published in the news against our will. Why did this have to happen? It would have been better for all of us if the secret remained a secret forever.” She continued to sob.

Phoebe’s red eyes became moist once again, this was her fault to an extent because she had opened this can of worms.

“I know what you are thinking but this isn’t your fault Pheebs, if anything it’s mine.” Shark crept up on Phoebe and handed the ghost seeing glasses back to her. “These people deserve to know the truth

Don’t focus on families that are damaged, we have seen some positive cases where two families have become one, agreeing that both children can stay in all their lives.

Some poor families have leveled up too because understanding wealthy families have given them houses, jobs and cars without selfishly holding onto one child or throwing out another. This has had both positive and negative effects. Do not dwell on the unfortunate ones alone.” Shark patted her back and left, as the head of the task force that was handling this cuckoo case he had a lot on his plate.

As she left the station, Phoebe run into Amon and Rekha sited on a metallic bench outside. It’s like they were waiting for her for they stood up on seeing her.

“Pheebs a second please.” Amon signaled at her to come over.

Phoebe pulled her eyebrows together, she had nothing else to discuss with them and the timing was off too because she was still upset about what had just happened. Still, she walked over with her sullen attitude.

“I am suggesting that you save Rekha’s number, she is the best exorcist there is.” Amon bounced on his toes like he was doing her a huge favor.

Although he was right, Phoebe declined the offer for she had no intention of getting involved in a case like Mason’s again. She would never leave the ghosts that came to her for help a chance to become malicious.

“I doubt that we’ll be meeting again, well if you have nothing to say then I better get going.” She turned around before she felt a hand pull on hers.

“Listen baby, don’t take things to heart. This must be the first time you have failed to save a ghost, I get it but these things happen. There is nothing you or anyone else could have done to save your ghost friend. Sometimes things just don’t go as planned.” Rekha let go of her hand and reached for Phoebe’s phone and grabbed it.

She punched in the digits of her phone number and called herself because she wanted Phoebe’s number.

“You may not need my help now but we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Call me if you need my help Pheebs.” She winked at Phoebe and walked away after sparing Amon a smile.

Phoebe followed and drove away from the police station, hoping to put the bad day behind her.