Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: The pains of trending, again!

Andre was worried about Jennie and he had forgotten about a very dotting grandmother that was giving him the ‘Jennie glare’ as it was called in the Mayfair house. It was a sharp intense glare that often sent chills down one’s neck just before a sharp pain which was usually a firm slap on the buttocks followed.

Grandma Mayfair could not maintain the Jennie glare as long as the owner could, her worry was Phoebe’s arm.

“My child, are you okay?”

She examined Phoebe’s arm carefully with a look of great worry on her face.

“Nana, i am okay.” Phoebe assured her.

She was more worried about what people were going to say about this incident. It was likely that she would trend again thanks to her famous brother and Santos.

Phoebe was not wrong, pictures and clips from the incident were already circulating and the wide spread one so far had labeled her as the arrogant Mayfair princess whose bodyguard had pointed a gun at innocent people that refused to get out of her way. Phoebe was not aware of this yet.

The resort doctor and a nurse were brought over and when they looked at the scratch mark on Phoebe’s arm, they made a similar expression to that of the bodyguards. Phoebe could only smile guiltily and shoot them apologetic looks while silently asking for their understanding.

As the identity of the injured party had been given to them before hand, they did not dare to say anything that could make the rich folks unhappy.

The doctor cleaned the scratch mark, applied some medicine and then wrapped a large area of the arm with gauze.

Phoebe’s jaw almost dropped at the size of the area the doctor had covered. If it was not her own arm, and she had seen the scratch mark with her own eyes, she would assume that her injury was much worse than it seemed.

“Crap, my agent’s calling…” Andre groaned and then blew air out of his mouth.

He stepped away to take the call under a small parasol in the corner.

“Miss Mayfair, is this satisfactory?” The doctor asked.

Phoebe pondered on the question for a few seconds because it did not make sense. Wasn’t it the job of the doctor to rate his own work?

“Err…good.” she answered in an unsure voice.

The doctor’s eyes shifted to grandma Mayfair as Phoebe sounded unsure.

“Old lady Mayfair, should we make it bigger?” he asked.

“That’s not necessary.” Phoebe blurted out hastily.

If they made it bigger, wouldn’t her entire hand end up being bandaged? She had originally come down to swim but now she could not do so.

Thinking of swimming, her woeful eyes looked out at the pool and noticed that people were leaving, being sent away by hotel staff with apologies.

Phoebe’s head moved from left to right, she was expecting someone to come and send them away as well.

“Nana, why is everyone leaving?” she shifted like a restless child, moving from side to side because they were exhausted after a long car ride.

“I don’t know, but you should relax, you have just suffered a scare.” Old lady Mayfair forced Phoebe to settle down.

Hardly had that been accomplished when her phone rung, her dad was calling.

“Dad…”

“Are you hurt? How bad is it? Dad is sending a team of doctors out there immediately. I am coming with them…..”

Suddenly there was a scuffle on the other end of the phone and Jennie’s voice replaced Edward’s. She was as equally frightened as her husband.

“My dear, baby, does it hurt? Listen to mummy right now and go to a hospital. Can you recognize the face of the person that cut you with a knife?”

“What!” Phoebe exclaimed. “Mom, what knife?”

“Don’t hide it from us, it is all over the internet already one of Andre’s deranged fans sliced your arm and it resulted in your bodyguard pulling out his gun.” Jennie yelled into the phone. “What was your brother doing when this happened to you? What about the ghosts, why have they become lapse in your protection? First you were attacked by Emilia and now this? Can’t you fire them and get better ghosts. We should have told some of those soldiers to stay on and sign a contract back then.”

Phoebe removed the phone from her ear for a moment, her mother had a lot to say it seemed. For a woman that wanted nothing to do with ghosts in the beginning, she sure was ready to use them as long as it was convenient.

Grandma Mayfair guessed who was on the other end of the phone from Phoebe’s reaction so to save her granddaughter, she snatched the phone.

“Jennie, Phoebe is fine, it was just a nail scratch which happened when someone grabbed her hand and shoved her.”

She hung up and switched the phone off to give Phoebe a break. After Jennie, Collin and Luke would call and then Rosette, Evelyn and everyone that was familiar with Phoebe.

“Trust me, it’s better to this way.” Grandma Mayfair assured her. “I am going to send out a message to everyone so that they don’t worry needlessly.”

She did so and put her phone on silent mode. The old woman laid back on the pool side chair, covered herself with a blanket and relaxed.

Phoebe imitated her and she relaxed as well, it was a wonderful night for stargazing. She had come for a vacation, not to be stressed out.

“Nana, apparently someone is claiming that i was sliced by a knife.”

“On the internet, people can claim anything.” Grandma Mayfair laughed. “Ten years ago, someone took one picture of your father with Randa Gilbreith and the following day a divorce certificate for your parents was trending. I live with both of them but even i had doubts when i saw the certificate it looked so real.”

Both of them laughed and glanced at Andre at the same time, he was yelling at his agent. “Just clear my sister’s name, i don’t care what they say about me.”

Once again, he was going out of his way to protect her even at his own detriment. Phoebe wondered if anybody else in the world had a family as wonderful as hers.

For a mere scratch, they were losing their minds. She recalled a time when she was fifteen years old and got a fever. For two days, she was stuck in her bedroom, battling illness alone. Neither Aaron nor Elizabeth checked on her or cared. Eventually, she dragged herself out of bed and bought medicine for herself at a pharmacy.

Phoebe switched on her phone and decided that it did not matter how many people called to check on her. It was better than when nobody cared.

Feeling sentimental, Phoebe reached a hand out and touched her grandmother’s arm. She moved her hand until she located the old woman’s fingers. She intertwined her hand with her grandmother’s.

“Nana, i am so glad that i have you all in my life.”

Grandma Mayfair squeezed Phoebe’s hand gently and she smiled.

“Me too, i am so glad that we found you. Now, tell me about the Elithera’s, why did they hire you?”

Andre appeared in time and he pulled his chair closer.

“Sister, don’t skimp on the spooky stuff.”