Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: The secrets of dead grandpa Mayfair.

After an awkward goodbye with no definite answer, Phoebe rushed back into the house. When she returned, she discovered that her brothers had united and sent off David.

All the guests were gone and servants were cleaning up. The exhausted Mayfairs decided to retire except for Phoebe. Grandma Mayfair asked Phoebe to follow her, denying her the opportunity to sneak off to her bedroom to open her presents.

“Where to nana?” She yawned for the third time, exhausted from all the partying.

Grandma Mayfair gestured for Phoebe to just move but, she paused when she realized that Phoebe was bound to be more exhausted than them all. All day long, she had been up and down, jumping around with so much energy like a grasshopper on red bull.

“There is something that i want to show you but it can wait, you must be very tired.”

She turned to head to her bedroom only to be stopped by Phoebe who pulled on her arm.

“Nana wait! I don’t like not knowing things, if i go up while wondering what you wanted to show me, the suspense will kill me. I will not be able to sleep, i will keep thinking about it. What is it that you want to show me?”

Phoebe’s formerly half closed eyes were now wide open and filled with some anticipation. She figured it was another gift, it was not yet midnight so it was still her birthday after all.

“Come on, follow me then, I wouldn’t want you to stay up all night.” Grandma Mayfair spoke as she moved towards the elevator which Phoebe rarely used.

She pressed a button thrice and it lit a blue color which was odd, normally it lit whitish.

What is grandma up to? Phoebe’s fingers lightly pinched on the sides of her princess dress. Even in the elevator, she kept looking around like a curious child out in the world for the first time.

When the elevator came to a stop, Phoebe stepped off following her grandmother into a basement. This one was different from the one she had been accessing almost every day.

She used it to store herbs mostly. It was also where the wine cellar was and boxes with files on some old projects of the Mayfair corporation that had failed to produce positive results.

Why do we have two basements? Phoebe questioned herself.

She thought it was weird and so did the ghosts that went off on their own to look around ahead of her. Only the Saxon spirit lingered by Phoebe’s side.

“There are a lot of magical items here, i can sense them. Sadly, they are all spell bound to stop people from using them. I guess it was done to protect them from evil hands.” It revealed.

Phoebe’s eyes adjusted, trying to see anything but she could hardly make out a thing. Of course she could use her energy to power her eyes but she chose not to, she was in no rush. Her grandmother switched on the light and finally Phoebe had the opportunity to look around. Naturally, her eyes sought out the magical artifacts first.

The basement itself was a relic of forgotten time, covered in layers of dust. Everything was shrouded in sheets that were once white but had turned brown with time. The unpleasant scent of mold and aged wood that lingered in the air caused Phoebe to sneeze loudly.

“God bless you child.” Grandma Mayfair said in response. “The dust must be affecting you, no one has been here for years not even to clean. Cillian did not like anyone snooping around his stuff.”

Phoebe’s curious eyes looked at her grandmother who stood with her hands on her waist. She was looking around with a sad expression in her eyes which conveyed deep sorrow.

“I know that you have heard about your grandfather here and there but I wanted you to have at least have one picture of him. You carry pictures of all of us in your wallet, your grandfather should be added as well. Lord knows he would have pampered you like a precious pearl.”

She handed Phoebe a wallet sized black and white photograph that she pulled from an old reading table.

Phoebe’s eyes became moist, out of all the gifts that she had received this was closest to her heart. “Thank you nana, are these all his belongings?”

Grandma Mayfair nodded. “We couldn’t just throw them out.” She dusted an old wooden box and pulled out an album.

She began to flip the pages, the oldest photos which were also in black and white. She told Phoebe stories behind each photograph and allowed her to pick out the ones she wanted.

Phoebe chose and three black and white ones taken in Cillian’s younger days, and one colored one in which he was middle aged.

“His hair is like mine.” Phoebe laughed.

“He had thick red hair when he was younger, as he grew it thinned out and he became bold eventually.” Grandma Mayfair laughed as memories of her late husband returned to her. “He was so handsome, all the girls wanted to marry him but i used my wit and charm to win his heart.”

Phoebe smiled at her grandmother, this was a story she wanted to hear. However, she was not going to hear about it just yet, her grandmother sat down and lost herself in the pictures and memories.

Phoebe’s attention traveled to what lay under the sheets. Why did her grandfather have magical objects in his possession? They were bound by a spell did that mean that he knew how to cast spells or create them or did he know someone that did?

She was very curious about him now. What secrets was he hiding?

“Nana, what did grandpa do for a living?”

“He was the CEO of Mayfair corporations just like your father although I have to say that Cillian traveled a lot and not just for business. Sometimes he left for days and I didn’t hear from him.” Grandma Mayfair rubbed her chin.

Phoebe cocked head. “And you were not curious at all?”

“Child in my era, we were taught not to question our husbands. I was okay because he returned to me at the end of the day, until he came home in a coffin one day.” Sadness etched on her face. “Let’s leave.”

Phoebe hesitated as she wasn’t done yet but her grandmother’s aura had changed, there was no room for negotiation. She moved, slow and lethargic as though every step required extra effort.

“Nana how about i clean this place up.” Phoebe spoke abruptly, her movements ceased.

Grandma Mayfair stopped in her trucks and whirled around. “You?” She asked, shocked because Phoebe hated doing chores and besides, her businesses kept her busy enough. There was no way she was suggesting this without an ulterior motive.

“Yes, it will help me get to know grandpa better.” Phoebe answered.

[I need to know what magical artifacts are in here and why grandpa had them. I also need to know who bound them and what they do. Things that are this precious, sooner or later someone will come looking for them and my family could wind up in trouble. I think there is more to this than what meets the eye.]

She bit her bottom lip and crossed her fingers, looking at old lady Mayfair with an exaggerated hopeful gaze.

Grandma Mayfair read her thoughts and for the first time she was curious about her late husband’s belongings. She almost gasped and gave herself away when she read magical artifacts.

What secrets did her husband keep from her? Was he a shaman like Phoebe? Maybe her ghost seeing abilities were inherited from him.

She recalled that his secret life led to his death and suddenly she was wrought with worry for Phoebe. What if she suffered the same fate as him?

Her mind was made up, she had not been able to help Cillian so she would protect Phoebe instead.

“Okay but I’ll have to help you. it’s a lot of work to do alone.”

Without an option, Phoebe agreed.