Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: White haired leech.

Phoebe contemplated on what would hurt Ruth’s feelings the most and went for it.

“We are sort of seeing each other, although he wants to rush things i prefer to take it slow. There is no need to define anything yet, i will take my time and study him slowly.”

Her answer was confusing to the elders, what studying was she talking about? Was David a subject she needed a degree in? Where relationships that complicated these days that people needed studying?

Ruth on the other hand got the message Phoebe was trying to pass onto her which was that David was in the palm of her hands at the moment. The affection she was so desperate to get from him, Phoebe could reject if she was dissatisfied.

This fucking sly bitch, what makes her worthy of him? Mayfair blood or not, she was raised in a slum and reeks of poverty. I will take everything back from you, especially my man, Ruth thought.

She plastered a smile on her face and composed her emotions. “Congratulations to the both of you, let’s see how long it lasts.” Ruth spoke with a trace of sarcasm. As long as they weren’t married, she believed that she still had a chance.

David was so pleased with Phoebe’s answer, he loved this version of her, so straight forward and intentional with her words. Even though she had not accepted him yet, she seemed to harbor intentions of doing so as long as he redeemed himself. It didn’t matter how slow she wanted to go, he could wait until she saw his sincerity.

He wanted to sweep her off her feet and give her a big fat kiss on the lips but he couldn’t do it with her family right there.

Anyway, he had come on a specific mission and that was to make sure that Ophelia never returned to the house and give Ruth a hard time.

He looked away from Phoebe and pointed at the almost forgotten Ophelia that had yet to leave.

“Mr. Mayfair i am of the view that you check Ophelia’s financial records, its possible that she has stolen a lot of things from you. Who knows?”

“Sir, there is more jewelry hidden above the window. Oh my goodness, if not for the wind, we would not have discovered it.” An eager to please maid suddenly called out.

Everyone turned to see one shiny gold pinky finger ring.

“That’s mine.” Phoebe gasped and pretended to be shocked.

Ophelia’s face paled, and she shot Phoebe an accusing look. She could not even die anymore as she had already confessed to one theft. No matter what she said now, her words were as good as stale air; unwanted and reviling.

The servants searched and found more jewelry, all of it Phoebe’s. It stunned everyone how much Ophelia disrespected Phoebe, so much so to the extent that she stole from her and then framed her.

“You are really a rotten thing.” Grandma Mayfair threw her cane at Ophelia. “Drag her out for me.” She commanded.

Edward called the head of security and Ophelia was dragged out, wailing and protesting her innocence. Her luggage was packed up by Maria and the rest of the maids.

“Check her bank records, i want to see if she dared to scheme and steal from us. We have really been raising a wolf in this house.”

This command was given to the head of security Mark Boreanaz, a former employee of the Fog National Security Agency. If anyone could dig up that information, it was him.

Ruth did not care about Ophelia’s affairs anymore, she was useless to her anyway, just like a soiled tissue. There was no other place for it other than being flashed down a toilet.

The theft matter seemed to be over and done with so David grabbed Phoebe’s right hand.

“Pheebs if you are done then we should get going, I want to spoil you today.”

“Are you going to the cafe? Drop me off too….” Grandma Mayfair got up from the chair.

She was late for work thanks to Ophelia’s troubles.

The old woman was stopped by David.

“Granny, I am taking Phoebe shopping. I asked my sister Rose-Bell for the best clothing brand in town and she recommended Madam Boujee. I called ahead and they said they have just launched a new collection so I want Phoebe to pick out whatever she likes. Now that she has finally returned to her rightful place, she must stand out as the one true Mayfair heiress that she is.” David threw Ruth a condescending stare.

Ruth scoffed, she knew he was doing it deliberately, hurting her for Phoebe’s sake and to make her surrender. There was nothing he was going to do to get her to dislike him. In fact the more he pushed her away, the more she wanted to stick to him like glue.

As for Phoebe buying clothes at Madam Boujee, forget it. Was she worth such a brand? How could they wear clothes from the same place? Only one daughter in the Mayfair family could stand out and it was not the fake ghost seeing country bumpkin.

“Well you are too late, I already got my sister a befitting dress for the ceremony” Ruth smiled lovingly at Phoebe and turned her head, “Maria!” She shouted. “Go bring the new clothes i ordered for yesterday.”

“Mother, i hope you don’t mind that i stole your thunder by buying for sister a dress. The state funeral for the dead soldiers will be her first time out with our family, a soft launch of her true identity. I want to make sure that she looks her best and all eyes are on her. Also, our family will be sitting with the VIP’s as we contributed a lot to this event. Sister needs the perfect outfit, not too flashy to take away from the occasion but not too dull to become a point of mockery.

“We! what did she contribute?” The Saxon spirit laughed.

The other ghosts joined in as well, and Phoebe, she hid the laughter well. Ruth was really beyond shame.

Jennie as always fell into Ruth’s trap because she was determined to see her two daughters getting along. “Oh that was thoughtful of you Ruth, we have to make Phoebe feel as welcome and comfortable as possible. I like that you see how important this is Ruth.”

Ruth cuddled into Jennie’s side and wheedled like a child.

Grandma Mayfair had her reservations, Ruth had no space in her heart to show affection to anyone especially Phoebe. This had to be another display of her insincerity. Phoebe thought the same thing but she fake smiled, pretending to be happy.

“Oh thank you so much Ruth.” Her words caused David to frown deeper.

He was worried that Phoebe was maybe still so naive even after getting a second chance at life. How could Ruth buy for Phoebe a dress with good intentions? He was also displeased because Ruth had ruined a perfect date for them.

They all moved back to the living room and sat down. He made sure to sit close to Phoebe, he wanted to watch everything closely.

Not everyone had intentions to stay back and look at dresses. Luke got up and excused himself. Andre followed two seconds after him.

“Well ladies enjoy your time trying on dresses.”

He kissed his grandmother, mother, Ruth and lastly Phoebe on the cheeks before leaving. David got the nearest tissue and cleaned the spot on Phoebe’s cheek where he had kissed.

The Mayfairs watched him acting shameless again in their house, like their daughter had already been handed over to him.

Just how were they supposed to get rid of the handsome white haired leech clinging onto their daughter?