Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: There is always drama at a funeral.
Gnawed by worry, David feared that his mother and sister would wash away the progress he had made so far with Phoebe. How was she supposed to be with him when he had selfish monsters as family, she had already tasted their wrath in the past life.

He was already resolved to keep them away from Phoebe and their behavior had just cemented his resolution. He did not care how offended they appeared to be right now.

“She has clearly told you that she wants nothing to do with the Saxon group. If i catch you around Phoebe again, trying to push your desires on her, i will do something drastic and i promise that you both will not like it. ” David growled out.

He was so angry that veins could be seen pulsing in his neck. David gently pulled on Phoebe’s hand.

“Come on Pheebs, let’s go.” His efforts were futile as Phoebe remained standing where she was.

It appeared she was unfazed by the two Saxon women whose faces where glazed with shock. She wanted to witness their reactions from up close.

Miranda placed a hand to her chest. “Are you seriously shouting at me because of a woman?” Her wide eyes shifted between them one at a time. “I know that you love Phoebe but no matter what, i am still your mother David. You have to respect me even if you don’t like my opinions, a mother comes before a wife.”

“Oh really.” Grandma Saxon’s heavily sarcastic voice broke into the conversation.

The old woman approached them slowly, she had rushed out of the reception hall when Rose-bell informed her that Katherine was talking to David’s girlfriend at the cemetery.

She wanted to laugh loudly at Miranda who was getting a taste of payback for all the anguish she had caused her when she tricked her son Robert into marriage. Karma was working through Phoebe.

It was funny to see her claiming that a mother came first before a wife. Back then, she had sowed discord between her and Robert without a care. Where had this logic been?

“If you are his mother then act like one Miranda. He said you should leave them alone please respect yourself and stop creating a scene in public. It is bad enough that everyone is whispering about the Verdemonts, if you keep going, we will be joining them as the topic to discuss among the founding families at their dinner tables.”

“Grandma you don’t understand, the future of the Saxon group is the formula of those tonics. We must have them.” Katherine tried to reason but grandma Saxon gave her a disapproving look.

“Just because you want something doesn’t mean that you must have it. Those recipes are Phoebe’s and if she doesn’t want to sell or share them then it’s up to her. You cannot force her to hand them over to you!” Grandma Saxon spoke pointed at Katherine, almost poking her on the head as she emphasized her point.

“Besides, the Saxon group has survived for hundreds of years without Phoebe’s tonics and i am sure that it will continue to thrive without them. If you continue to grow your greed, our entire family will fall as a result.” She cautioned Katherine because of late, she had noted that just like the Verdemonts her family also comprised of some selfish individuals.

She was planning to weed them out when there was still time. If she waited until the last minute like Luther, the Saxon lineage and glory would die.

Katherine sneered arrogantly, turned around and walked away. None of them understood what was needed for the Saxon group to thrive beyond what it was. She was the only one that knew what was best for the group and that was the formulas to Phoebe’s tonics.

Just because she was retreating right now did not mean that she has surrendered. Miranda also followed Katherine, taking the path leading into the maze. Her calmness couldn’t depict the storm that was brewing within her.

She disliked the fact that her mother-in-law was always defending Phoebe. Now that she was a Mayfair, she was even more valuable and beloved by the old woman. Just like Katherine, she thought the formulas for the tonics were useless in Phoebe’s hands.

Miranda’s scheming mind never failed her however and she came to another realization. One custom that had been kept in their country was the exchange of gifts when a man and woman were getting married. They could patiently wait for the two families to discuss marriage and when the time came, they could ask for the formulas to be included in whatever the Mayfairs offered.

While she was plotting, grandma Saxon was apologizing to Phoebe, her apologetic eyes moved between David and her. She hoped that Phoebe didn’t push her grandson away because of what happened. Phoebe could tell that the old woman was deeply saddened by everything so she wore a tiny smile.

“It’s okay grandma, don’t fret about it.”

[I am not surprised by their behavior, in fact I will teach them a good lesson using the tonics.]

A soft chortle slipped through grandma Saxon’s lips, each time she met Phoebe she became more certain that she was the perfect fit for the family. She patted the top of Phoebe’s hand and walked away.

The heavy expression in David’s eyes disappeared and his eyes brightened when he realized Phoebe was not truly angry with him. His heart lightened and physically, his body relaxed.

“I guess we can stroll to the reception too or we can directly leave because we have dinner plans.” His eyes moved around, it was getting dark and the cemetery was empty and dimly lit.

Shaking her head, Phoebe told him to go without her. “I have business to attend to.”

“Here? Now?” He quizzed.

“Yes.” She reached for her phone and dialed Shark’s number. She couldn’t spot him anywhere, he was running late.

David wasn’t even surprised that she had business in a cemetery, curious about what business she was talking about, he rubbed his hands and decided to stay with her. There was no way he was going to leave her by herself in the dark cemetery.

They walked towards a bench and sat down. Just like every cemetery, it was silent and the loudest noise there was that of the light wind.

“Are you cold?” he asked her.

She nodded, so David gave her his jacket immediately and pulled her closer to provide more warmth from his body.

“What food did my grandmother give you?”

“Yo!” A deep voice came from behind them.

It startled David who separated from Phoebe heart with a heart pumping fast as if they had been engaged in something illicit.

“You are late Shark.”

“Pheebs, i was waiting for the Saxons to leave. No offense David….I can call you that can’t i?” Shark smile half heartedly.

“Yes of course, any friend of Pheebs is a friend of mine.” David nodded once.

Paula kept sighing with frustration as she looked at Shark, not only had delayed them but he was still in a playful mood.

“It’s okay Paula, Shark here is good at his job but he makes mistakes because he’s human.” Phoebe comforted the ghost.

Her soft voice and words caused the fine lines on its face to disappear.

“I just always thought that he was sharp but I was wrong, he is kind of a clown.” Paula sighed deeply as she gave in

“Wait a moment, Paula Rorton’s ghost is here?” Shark bellowed.