Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: A most malicious sister.

Since she already had all that she needed, Phoebe started with sage, burning some to cleanse the air. A physically clean area would have been the best choice but there was no option, childbirth was not exactly a clean activity.

After that, she started drawing a circle by placing stones from the space on the ground around the bed. To reinforce it, she put in place an anchor talisman.

This was something she had created after the witnessing how close the stalker malicious ghost had come to blowing the salt away when she was helping its victim.

As a firm believer in most superstitions, Phoebe added a four leaf clover to the circle. If it could help with bringing luck to Eliza, that was a bonus.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Guzman asked.

“Building a protective circle.” Phoebe answered.

She continued with her task, lighting candles that she placed around the perimeter.

“Candles!!” Eliza’s sister squealed loudly. “What are you doing?”

She grabbed Phoebe’s arm to stop her from putting down the last candle.

“You are going to kill my sister and her baby, don’t you know that smoke is harmful? Why do you want my innocent nephew to inhale smoke as soon as he is born, this is going to lead to his death. Brother-in-law, we need to take Liz to a hospital. I came in an ambulance from St. Roman’s hospital…”

“Shut up.” Grandma Mayfair shouted.

Coincidentally, thunder struck outside but the reflection flashed in the windows and on the old woman’s eyes. As if that was not spooky enough, it became darker inside the lounge.

Outside, the world was bright and sunny, but in the lounge it was cold and dark.

Phoebe shrugged away the hand which was holding her back and she placed down the last candle.

“The baby is half-way out, you need to speed up.” The Saxon spirit shared.

The energy in the room changed, those that could see the changes noticed that the stones were glowing, giving off a white light. Even Liza was doing better, she was not screeching in pain anymore.

Phoebe chanted a prayer loudly, asking for the heavens to reveal what has hidden. As soon as she finished, a babies loud cry filled the air.

“It’s out,” The Saxon spirit told Phoebe.

She nodded and moved closer to the child, keeping her focused eyes on the child. The moment of truth was upon them, if it was as Liza described, the child would breathe his last at any second.

The heavens did not disappoint, a thread of black smoke in a thin line wove it’s way towards the child, aiming for the umbilical cord which had yet to be cut.

“What is this?” Phoebe whispered.

She twirled in a semi circle and placed a yellow paper talisman on the baby’s chest. As soon as she did, the baby stopped crying.

“How brave of you to do your dark magic in my cafe?” Phoebe barked.

Once again, loud thunder exploded outside.

Eliza suddenly turned hysterical, “My child, what is wrong with my child? Phoebe, you promised…..”

“The child is fine.” Grandma Mayfair told Eliza.

She placed the child in the arms of the anxious mother and got a surgical clamp from the items that had been prepared to cut the umbilical cord. Her attention however was diverted, caught between Phoebe and Eliza.

She wanted to see who was doing dark magic in the cafe and know why the ghosts were all on the move.

The ghosts assembled in the protective circle behind Phoebe who had turned to face Eliza Guzman’s sister. She was pale, a hand clutching on to the pendant around her neck.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of her lips, she was shaking as if her legs were to weak to keep her up.

Phoebe took two steps forward and the woman took two steps back.

“Mackie Shuman,” Phoebe said the name very slowly. “With a sister like you, who needs enemies? I would have doubted your relationship if i had not looked into you two siblings. Now why in the world would you harm your sister’s new born child?”

She waved her hand and commanded the ghosts to move. Connie and Sylvester dashed out like ninjas and they each grabbed one of Mackie’s arms.

Mickie looked like a cornered rabbit, her head moved from side to side, seeking for a chance to escape. She struggled against the hold the ghosts had on her, but no matter what she did, she could not get loose. She might as well have been chained to a pillar.

“What are you doing? What do you mean by harming my sister’s child? Have you seen me do anything to harm the child?” she questioned. “I have not even come close to the baby, if you want to accuse me of something, call the police.”

“Phoebe, what is going on?” Eliza asked in alarm.

She was nervous because the life of her child had still not been guaranteed. Even if this baby had lived for a minute longer than the others, she was too scared to hope.

Her husband was by her side, ignoring all the blood he was holding her and the baby in a semi protective hug. Just like Eliza, he was looking back and forth from Phoebe to Mackie.

Just like his wife, he was puzzled by the words he had heard. It sounded like Phoebe was accusing Mackie of wanting to harm their baby.

Phoebe turned her head around. “I just found out what has been causing your plight, it’s your precious malicious little sister Mackie.”

Eliza shivered and one of her hands slipped.

“What are you talking about? Mackie…..no way.”

Phoebe of course did not expect Eliza to believe her blindly, after all you did not break sibling bonds with just a single accusation. It had to be backed by hardcore proof, she had experienced it with Ruth.

If she had not allowed the Mayfair’s to see her true colors little by little, they would still be living blindly, forcing the two enemies to play pretend sisters.

“I see that you are not going to confess easily and i have no desire to waste my time.”

Phoebe swiftly reached Mackie in just a single step and she put her hands on her neck. Roughly, she ripped off the baby shaped pendant around her neck.

Because she was rough, a part of the pendant sliced Mackie’s neck and the woman winced. Phoebe had no mercy for the woman.

She looked at the pendant and sneered. “Hmph, you won’t confess until a gun is put to your head. You must have thought that i am a quack to walk in here brazenly and try your sloppy dark magic. I have met many fools but you take the top spot. You harmed your sister, her innocent babies, yourself and those empty husks you call children.”