Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Competitors.

Phoebe was too sleepy and tired to stand on her feet or walk so when they reached the Mayfair home, she had to be carried into the house by her father.

They had been gone for almost an entire day and the sun was about to set when they arrived. The anxious family members, particularly Jennie and old lady Mayfair welcomed them inside personally.

“How is she?” Grandma Mayfair was particularly interested in Phoebe.

Her heart was distressed for her granddaughter that had to be burdened with the task of helping ghosts at the expense of her personal well being. From the stories Andre had shared with her, she needed to confirm that they were all back safe and unharmed.

It skipped the old lady’s mind that Phoebe had willingly run to Iborg city because she wanted to grab some of the treasures, not necessarily because of the ghosts.

“She is sleeping like a baby.” Edward proudly displayed a lightly snoring Phoebe that was in his arms.

“You all look terrible!!!” Jennie whispered as she did not want to wake Phoebe up. Her eyes could not miss the dirt on their clothes or the smell of smoke which clung to them heavily.

“What exactly did you do in that city?”

“We battled with evil mother, it was terrifying but at least those good soldiers are going to be given a state burial this Saturday. I would show you our adventure but my footage was captured by the general.” Andre exhaled noisily through pursed angry lips.

He had worked so hard to get such authentic footage, it was not fair that the general stole the fruits of his labor.

“I can narrate everything to you however, i remember it all. First, we were confronted by gun wielding grave robbers…”

Jennie gasped, and she looked at them with worry. “Guns!, oh my God…..” she croaked out and trembled, scared at the thought of what could have possibly been a disastrous ending.

Grandma Mayfair could see that spark in Andre’s eyes and she knew that he would no doubt keep them all there and recount the adventure but when she looked at Phoebe, she couldn’t bear for her granddaughter to be woken up even by accident.

“Why don’t you tell us all about it later Andre. You all must be tired, go on and freshen up for now. If you want to eat before going to bed, food had been prepared. Edward, let’s get Phoebe to bed.”

Andre snapped out of it when he heard her mentioning Phoebe being taken to bed.

“Yes, father, let’s send Phoebe to bed.”

He extended his arms to carry her but his father rejected the help and carried Phoebe to the bedroom personally, escorted by all of them. Carefully, he put her on the bed, grandma and Jennie took off her shoes.

“I will wipe her body with warm water mother, you should go and rest.” Jennie was eager to help make her daughter comfortable.

While her husband had to compete with their son Andre for Phoebe’s attention, she had to compete with her mother-in-law for her daughter’s time and affection.

“Go and help your husband, i will help Phoebe.” Grandma Mayfair told her daughter-in-law.

Phoebe was unaware of all this, she was out like a lamp and she didn’t even wake up when her body was cleaned personally by her grandmother.

When the old lady left, the ghosts stepped out of the magical space to inspect the room.With Ruth under the same roof as Phoebe, they could not overlook anything.

The Saxon spirit walked to the large ancient dressing mirror which had been taken out of the magical space. It was an antique with little symbols curved into the bronze edges and it’s purpose was more than just a looking mirror. It was a special mirror that had been spelled to show the past, present and future.

The spirit injected some energy into the mirror and an image of the past appeared. It was none other than Ophelia and she was walking around in Phoebe’s room sneakily, like a thief.

Above the door was a hanging talisman of protection that had been activated. To the normal human eye, there was nothing but the ghosts and Phoebe could see it. It glowed red if someone with ill intentions passed by it.

“Thank God sister Phoebe put up measures to protect herself, you can never tell what that witch is planning.” Connie’s pupils dilated as she scanned the room for anything suspicious.

The Saxon spirit stretched its hands, whitish energy emanated from its hands and spread throughout the entire room.

“There it is.”

Since Ophelia had touched quite a few things and searched many places in the room, they needed to know what exactly she had done.

The lower bedside drawer open, Connie dashed and peeped inside but there were only tampons and lingerie, nothing seemed strange at all. At least not until the pads flew out and a single piece of jewelry came into view.

Judging from the artistic design and appearance, it was expensive brooch. It was a Mayfair family heirloom that had been passed down to the Mayfair women.

“This evil maid put this here because she wants Phoebe to get into trouble, well not on my watch.”

The Saxon spirit wasted no time for it returned the favor by taking the brooch and putting it in Ophelia’s belongings. Unsatisfied, it even took some of Phoebe’s own jewelry and hid it in various spots in Ophelia’s bedroom.

“We need to tell sister about it tomorrow morning.”

Connie slept besides Phoebe with a plan to protect her more carefully hence forth.

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Dickson’s hand rummaged through a bag of banana chips, his head was whirling with thoughts of the future. If he made one wrong move then his bright carefully planned future was doomed.

Suddenly he felt warm hands massage his shoulders.

“What has my son wrapped up in his thoughts, tell mommy all your worries dear.” Margaret pinched his ear.

He took her hand and requested her to sit for there was something that she needed to know.

“Is it about the Mayfair heiress?” Margaret made herself comfortable in a sofa opposite to the one he was sitting in.

Dickson nodded. “Ruth mentioned that her new sister was her best friend. I have done all my research and the surprising true Mayfair heiress is Phoebe Gabriel or Hopkins or whatever. I guess its Phoebe Mayfair now.”

“What!!” Margaret gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand. “Are you certain?”

That was the name of David’s shaman girlfriend, she knew it by heart because she had been keeping her fingers crossed and hoping David married that woman.

Dickson nodded continuously. “It has been confirmed with DNA tests. She has been moved into the Mayfair mansion and old lady Mayfair has been spending a lot of time at the black ghost cafe.”

“And what’s that?” Margaret looked at him quizzically.

“Mother please keep up!! Phoebe is a shaman and her place of work is The Black Ghost Cafe. She is David’s girlfriend…..fuck!!” he threw away the bag of banana chips out of anger, hurling it at the wall with maximum force.