Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Eliza in labor.

In the morning, Phoebe went to work as usual, she was planning to stay at the cafe for three hours and then make her way to her farm for the rest of the day.

She did not expect to meet Eliza Guzman inside, clutching her stomach with one hand and grunting in pain. She was tightly holding on to a gobsmacked Rosette with her other hand.

She had not come alone, her husband had come with her. Phoebe recognized the man from all the pictures of him which she had seen in the newspapers often in her past life.

“Boss….” Rosette cried out in a very whiny voice when she saw Phoebe.

Phoebe did not respond to Rosette, she just rushed towards Eliza and squatted before the woman. She put her hand on Eliza’s stomach and felt some fetal movement. The child was restless, as if it was fighting an invisible force in there.

“Help…” Eliza croaked out.

She winced and moaned in pain, clutching Rosette’s hand tightly. Poor Rosette screamed out in pain as if she was the one in labor.

Eliza’s husband was pacing impatiently from side to side, he was very confused. If his wife was in labor, why not go to a hospital? Why did she make him drive her to cafe, was her plan to eat first and then visit the hospital later?

“Liz, we need a hospital.” he told her.

It was the tenth or eleventh time he was reminding her and he had a feeling that it was useless.

Phoebe meanwhile was making calculations on her fingers and something was not right. In her original calculation, Eliza had at least one more week before the baby was due to be born.

“Liz….”Mr. Guzman started.

“Shhh!” Grandma Mayfair stepped in and pushed him back. “Let her work.”

Mr. Guzman was even more confused, what work was old lady Mayfair talking about? Her granddaughter was known for being a shaman and selling coffee, what did she know about childbirth?

“You are in labor, it’s too soon, you should not be having your baby this quickly. What happened?”

Phoebe looked up at Eliza’s neck and she noticed that the necklace talisman she had given her to protect mother and child was dull. It looked like the exact one she had given Eliza but it was fake.

It was just as she suspected, Eliza’s problem was in-house. She had an enemy close by that was harming her children somehow just after they were born.

“Who the hell switched out your talisman? The necklace around your neck is a fake, it’s not the one i gave you.” Phoebe bellowed.

Liza shook her head but her eyes shot to her husband. Inevitably, Phoebe and grandma Mayfair did the same thing. The ghosts were no different, they looked at Mr. Guzman as well.

“Oh my God! it was the husband, is he the one killing her babies? Does he have a mistress?” Connie gasped. “I can determine what happened, the husband and the mistress….”

“It’s not me, i did not do anything to the necklace. What the hell are you talking about…what talisman?” Mr. Guzman vehemently questioned. “Look, i don’t know what’s going on here but i have called for an ambulance. We have lost enough children Liz, i don’t want us to lose this one because of carelessness. I can’t do this anymore Liz, my heart can’t take it.”

He started off strong and finished off weakly in a small voice. He was convincing and appeared to be genuinely frightened and sad, even the presumptuous saw a crack forming in her husband and mistress baby murder theory.

Eliza screamed in pain and all eyes moved to her. The physical signs of pain could be seen on her face.

“Toilet, i need a toilet..” she whispered.

“No she doesn’t.” The Saxon spirit pinned Liza down, stopping her from getting up. “She is about to give birth, we need….” It stopped and looked around.

Grandma Mayfair had put on her ghost seeing glasses as soon as she stepped into the cafe. She had recognized Liza whose peculiar case she had heard about from Phoebe.

Like the good Black Ghost cafe worker she was, she wanted to help if Phoebe needed anything and she also didn’t want to miss a single thing.

“Hot water.”

The doorbell chimed and three people looked it’s way, ready to tell the potential customer or client to go back. The cafe was empty, having been emptied out by Eliza bodyguards so they did not expect anybody coming in.

The person that walked in was a woman that bore a remarkable resemblance to Liza. They could easily have passed for twins were it not for the difference in their height. The woman was short, compared to Eliza.

“Rosette send the guest out.” Grandma Mayfair ordered.

“Sister…she is my sister.” Eliza bit out.

She screamed again as another contraction hit, worse than the previous one. Once more, poor Rosette was on the receiving end of pain.

“Mr. Guzman, i think you have forgotten what your duty is.” Phoebe kindly reminded him.

Mr. Guzman was another poor individual because he had no clue how to handle the situation. What was expected of him in this situation when all he wanted to was carry his wife to a hospital?

“Take your wife’s hand, relieve Rosette so that she can help out. The baby is coming right now, we cannot go to a hospital.” Phoebe told him.

“I will handle the birth.” Grandma Mayfair gently nudged Phoebe aside and took her place.

While Rosette and the Saxon spirit took Liza to the back room which had been turned into an employees lounge, Phoebe sealed off the cafe, stopping humans and ghosts from entering.

She moved in the direction of the lounge from where more urgent screams were coming.

“I can help too.” a woman’s voice came from behind.

It was the voice of Eliza’s sister that had not said a word since she entered the cafe. There was something about her which Phoebe couldn’t put a finger on. However, she was in a hurry to help Eliza safely deliver the child so she just kept moving.

The lounge had been turned into a birthing suite not like a hospital birthing suite but a home birthing suite. There was one gray fold out couch in the lounge and Eliza was laying on it.

The ghosts had brought out the towels, hot water, gloves, blanket and tonics, one of which Grandma Mayfair was helping Eliza drink. All these things had been prepared by Phoebe in advance and they had been in the space.

“Phoebe, where, Phoebe…” Eliza questioned between deep breaths when the glass with tonic was taken away.

“Here.” Phoebe raised her hand.

She moved closer and peeked to see if progress had been made and if any supernatural activity was taking place. Everything was normal so far, so she took a small towel and dabbed at Eliza’s sweaty forehead.

Rosette was the temporary acting human nurse but she was pale as though she would pass out at any moment.

“I see the head,” the Saxon spirit announced.

That was Phoebe’s cue to begin her magic, ensuring the safety of mother and child. It was time to find the real culprit behind Eliza’s plight.