Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: The old patriach’s decision.
There was a lot to talk about for the two to discuss and the reunion lasted an hour long before wearing off. Even then, the reunited Verdemonts were not done.

It was human nature to be greedy for something good once you got a hold of it and the old man was just the same. The moment Linda’s ghost vanished, he cried out like a baby suddenly pulled away from a mother’s nipple before achieving satisfaction.

“Bring her back! Please bring my grand daughter back.”

The old patriarch wailed and pleaded with Phoebe loudly with no regards to his status. Even though she could, Phoebe choose not to otherwise she would have to spend the entire day summoning Linda.

If she gave in, he might even call her back daily and have her enable him speak to Linda as often as possible.

“I can’t help you with that request anymore elder Luther, if i continue, i might spit up blood and die. At least your have seen that she’s alright and happy.” The book vanished as the spirit returned it to the cabin.

Luther punched his chest over and over, sobbing softly as he lamented. “I want to go to her, i want to be with my wife and dear great granddaughter. I can’t continue living so miserably like this without them.”

Phoebe wanted to tell him that soon he was going to the other side but she chose to keep shut. There were consequences to letting a human know such information. One could never know how a person could use it such knowledge.

“Everything that happens is out of our hands, please just take comfort in the knowledge that she is at peace now and make plans to punish those that harmed her.”

Luther wiped his tears away and regained his calmness slowly. The old patriarch moved to a wall and pressed against the painting which in turn opened.

“There is something special that has passed down in my family for generations. I should be giving it to one of the members of my family but I would rather not leave such valuable treasures to those greedy fools. I plan to leave them as little as possible.”

Phoebe felt uncomfortable and was about to reject whatever it was but the Saxon spirit told her that she sensed energy coming from the safe. Whatever Luther wanted to give her, it was not ordinary.

The safe was full of treasures but Luther did not touch any of them. He pulled out a medium sized golden box, closed the safe and moved back to his seat.

Phoebe’s curious eyes remained on the safe, she had a desire to take a closer look at the shiny things which were locked away in there. If she was a thief, she would already be making a plan to return for the night.

“Here, this is yours now. Do not worry my family doesn’t know of its existence. Take it, maybe it will be useful to you in future.” He offered.

Phoebe stretched her hands and took it, on touching it she too could feel the energy emanating from it. “What is it?” She looked at him curiously.

“Open it first.” The old patriarch jutted his chin in her direction.

She did as he asked and her eyes fell on a bright sight. Inside the box were gold coins with drawings of interwoven tree branches and a writing in a language that she couldn’t understand.

“What are these?” She lifted one to her eyes and examined it.

David pushed his chair closer to Phoebe’s to have a closer look and be his usual helpful self. His brows pulled together however, as he couldn’t identify what the coins were.

“Whispering coins!” The Saxon spirit took a closer look.

“Whispering coins?” Phoebe repeated loudly in a questioning voice.

The old patriarch looked at her in surprise, the coins were so old and there was no way someone her age would no what they are. In fact a few minutes ago Phoebe had been asking him what they were. “How….” The old patriarch shook his head, she was a shaman after all.

“Yes those are Whispering coins, when flipped they ensure a desired outcome or some personal bad luck for a while. This is my business secret, it was not just through plain hard work that I made all this money, i had extra help.

I made wishes with the coins and they came true, helping me rebuild the Verdemont fortune faster. If these fall in the wrong hands you know what could happen. You should be careful however, wishes come at a cost, nothing magic related is free. You should know that better than me, your special abilities must come at a price.”

Phoebe did not respond, not wanting to spread the information that her lifespan was often used as the price.

“Maybe the cost for me was my family’s happiness, look at us now. We have so much money but my descendants have turned inhumane. I made one last wish and it’s for them to change, even if all the wealth is lost.” He sighed and looked at the coin in Phoebe’s hand. Perhaps truly, the coins were source of the Verdemont ruination.

The Saxon spirit nodded continuously. “This isn’t something a greedy person should possess especially those damn Verdemonts outside, take them for safe keeping.”

David was intrigued and he had a lot of questions about the coins.

“Where did you even get them?”

The old patriarch sighed softly. “Like I said, they have been in my family for generations. Most, if not all founding families have mystic objects or weapons that are passed down through generations.

Some have more than one as it was our great ancestors who discovered this land that was rumored to have mystic beings and powers beyond comprehension. They apparently battled these beings and settled down here, building the country to what it is today.

The stories are so old and distorted that they sound like fiction but some are real. How else do you explain something like that?” He pointed at the coins. “Maybe my ancestors knew the danger of the coins and that’s why they never used them. It could explain why the Verdemont fortune diminished significantly in their hands when they had access to such a great thing. The coins might be cursed and in Ekhart’s hands, nothing good will happen.”

Luther eyed them both, “You two are from founding families, don’t you know about these things?”

David and Phoebe looked at each other and shook their heads. They were clueless and planned to ask their families if they knew of such mystic objects.

“I am going to the police station, then the morgue and I would like you to accompany me if that is okay with the both of you.” The old patriarch asked as he stood from his chair.

Phoebe placed the golden box in her bag and told the spirit to stow it in the cabin.

“Of course, we’ll help with whatever you need.” she answered Luther.

When the door was pulled open, Ekhart fell to the floor, inside the study. It was obvious that he had been eavesdropping.

“Father where are you going? You need to clear this mess for you created it.”

Nodding his head, the old patriarch told them that he was going to the police station.

Emilia clapped once. “So you have decided to save the family name thank God! I will come with you.”