Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: The world of the supernatural.

“Calm down.” Margaret sternly told him.

She didn’t understand why her son was always too emotional, thinking of little obstacles as large mountains that could not be moved. Nothing was going to stand in their way of getting the heiress not even David.

“She is David’s girlfriend, not his wife. As long as she is not married to him, it’s not too late to turn the tides. In some cases, not even marriage can stop you if you are determined to get what you want.

The girl is a shaman so it makes things even easier for us because Miranda will not accept her even if she is a Mayfair. You need to be wiser Dickson, do not put all our eggs in one basket, go after both of them and catch the bigger fish.”

A devilish smile formed on Dickson’s lips, and he cackled softly. As expected of his mother, she was an evil mastermind that could find a loop hole anywhere.

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The fact that it rained from 01:00am in the night only made Phoebe to enjoy her sleep even more and her eyes were not opened until 6.30 the next day in the morning. She was accidentally woken by her mother who opened the door sneakily to check on her. Jennie had, sat on the bed and watched her, she shed a tear or two because Phoebe heard her snivel.

After a few minutes she raised the fleece blanket to cover Phoebe’s shoulders and left.

The moment the door was shut, Phoebe opened her eye and sat up. She wished that their was a way to relieve her mother of the guilt that she was still harboring deep inside. At what point was she going to stop crying and blaming herself?

“That poor woman still blames herself for failing to notice that she wasn’t raising her daughter.” Prominent lines formed between the Saxon spirit’s eyebrows as it spoke.

“I don’t know how to help her anymore, i have told all of them that it wasn’t their fault and everyone else seems to have let it go except her.” Phoebe tossed the blanket to the side and moved to the bathroom.

“She’s a mother, child. You will only understand this when you become one yourself.” The spirit followed her to the bathroom, sharing words that caused painful memories to return to Phoebe’s mind.

In her previous life, she had been a twin mom, she would have done anything for her children. To this day she still felt responsible for their death although she wasn’t.

“Now that i think about it, I do understand her actually. She is trying her best, maybe I need to get her something to lift her spirits, she needs to know that i am grateful to have her in my life.”

Phoebe took a shower, thinking about all the things she wanted to eat. Now that she was wide awake, her stomach was quick to remind her that it had not been fed since the previous day.

“Sausages, vanilla orange waffles with cream, bacon__spiced bacon, sweet bacon, sweet and spicy bacon, soft warm fluffy buns, fried egg sandwich….”

“Are you reciting a menu?” Connie popped out of the magic space. “Anyway, we have finished harvesting the vegetables.” She informed Phoebe proudly.

She had not done any of the work, Sylvester was the one that had harvested the vegetables and she was simply tugging onto his apron strings to look good.

“Old ancestor, Have you told her about what happened while she was away?” Connie asked the spirit which shook its head in return.

Phoebe who was dressing up asked what they were talking about. The two ghosts filled her in on what had happened. It made her sneer, of course she expected such a thing to happen.

Ruth was stupid, and so was Ophelia, their tricks were the kind you would see in everyday dramas. Framing her as a thief was not original.

“Ha-ha-ha, i cannot wait to see her face when she realizes that her stupid plan backfired.” Phoebe continued to laugh.

When she was done, she moved into the magic space to take a look at the vegetables and check on the treasures she had stolen. For each member of the family that had helped out on the case, she needed to give them something.

She selected some of the gold and silver coins before moving to the box the spirit had personally picked out of all the treasures.

“What’s in here?” she shook it.

Phoebe thought she could have seen wrong but it seemed like the Saxon spirit went pale for a second. It’s empty eyes stared at the small wooden box in her hands with a look she couldn’t quite describe. Maybe it was pain, anguish, fear….she couldn’t tell, what was clear was that it was not joy.

The box had strange writings on it and Phoebe recognized some of the symbols from the many books on the supernatural which the Saxon spirit made her read.

“Lock, I recognize the word lock.” she shared.

She tried to pry the box open but nothing worked with her hands so she injected some energy into the box. She could could sense energy from it and it wasn’t the good kind.

The Saxon spirit waved it’s hand and the box flew out of Phoebe’s hands and went to it.

“In this box is a key, you do not need to know anything about it. Just make sure that it never leaves this place because whatever it opens should stay locked wherever it is.”

Since she had met the Saxon spirit on the day of her rebirth, not once had Phoebe ever seen the spirit unsettled. It’s like she read fear in it’s eyes, it’s words were more than a strong warning and she planned to take it seriously. All she wanted to do was help a few ghosts, get a long life span, make some money, travel the world and die a rich healthy old woman. So, if the key was trouble, she was staying away from it.

In a bid to change the conversation, Phoebe asked about the practitioners. The Spirit had told her that it would tell her more about them.

“You have been reborn Phoebe, you should know that there are so many things in the world that cannot be explained. Obviously you know that the supernatural world is real, so things like magicians, sorcerers and sorceresses, shamans, magicians, witches, warlocks and the likes are real. They are as real as ghosts, demons and angels.

Practitioners are people that draw power from different sources enabling them to do things others cannot do. You saw the ghost catchers and their abilities, they can literally fly and climb walls with no support. The exorcists whose words and blood can send demons straight to hell, the alchemists in magic city. The celestial masters that read faces to determine your life or death, Seers that see the future, necromancers that raise the dead in some form.

Some draw their power from the earth, others from the Gods they worship, there are those that draw power from special stones and artifacts, and some, the evil ones draw power from the living by stealing the life force of others or the dead.”

She looked at Phoebe, “You, from ghosts. You are also a practitioner; you just need to start practicing how to wield the power differently.”