Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Welcome to a society of gossip.

To accomplish her task of upgrading the truth telling talismans, Phoebe did not need to return to the cafe. She simply packed her car at a rest stop, rolled up the tinted windows and vanished into the magical space.

The Saxon spirit was waiting for her and both of them got to work, making one hundred eight talismans by hand; Phoebe’s hand to be specific. The spirit was responsible for infusing them with energy.

By the time she was done and on the road once again, day was transitioning into night. Birds were searching for comfortable places to spend the night and children were going home from school.

The roads were congested with exhausted people trying to make it home in time. Phoebe was one of them as she had driven all the way from the outskirts.

She could feel even more exhaustion on the way as the evening rush hour had already began to unfold with cars stretching in endless lines.

“Oh crap!” A tired sigh made it’s way out of her lips. She parked on the side of the road and called Santos who appeared besides her shortly, parking his dark sedan besides her car.

“I cannot drive anymore can you take me home?” Phoebe rolled down the window and asked politely.

Santos nodded once and he moved from his car. “Of course boss lady please move to the back, I’ll make sure that you get home safely.”

Phoebe smiled warmly and obliged, after settling in the back seat she took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair and shut her eyes.

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Citrus city’s best flower cafe was rather packed to the brim on this evening. It was a whimsical wonderland of beautiful flowers and floral scents that was dedicated to the admiration of some of nature’s finest creations.

The wonderful world of beauty as it was named was owned by the wife of Cane Jewel, a member of the Jewel family, one of the most wealthy but reserved founding families in the country. He was the third son of the current patriarch Lazarus Jewel.

Margot Jewel had turned the once struggling cafe into the hottest spot for enjoying barista brewed coffee with homemade snacks while indulging in the latest even more delicious gossip in the city.

Normally when the ladies of the founding families, young and old, met up at the flower cafe, they would sit in groups, keeping to themselves most of the time. The criteria was simple but also complicated at the same time.

While they all belonged to the founding families, some families were wealthier than others so some ladies considered financial strength first when deciding who to sit with.

To those that came from families which wielded political power, that was the consideration they took when joining a particular group.

For some, it was marital ties which brought them together, relationships formed because their children, sisters, fathers and other relatives were bound by marriage.

Others were friends, genuine and true so they sat with their friends, sharing laughter and treats.

The last group was the stragglers, those who were slow to mingle, moving from one group to another without a clear alliance.

This norm was broken however on this particular evening because old lady Mayfair was holding court in the flower cafe, sharing the woes of Eliza Guzman. It was her third time repeating the story but none of the listeners had moved, in fact more had joined and the cafe was packed to the brim.

A few exaggerated additions had been made to the story especially the part where Mackie confessed. Old lady Mayfair had described her as unhinged and demon like with long nails and snake like eyes. With every confession that Mackie made, the sound of ghosts and growls was heard. She even claimed that babies were screaming when Phoebe destroyed the talismans.

After the third narration, she took a small sip from the glass of peach iced tea. She faced her audience and drew in a deep breath.

“Wait, so you mean that Mackie Shuman has been using witchcraft to kill her sister Eliza’s babies?”

Old lady Mayfair nodded.

“I heard it straight from the horse’s mouth.”

Missy Castille, Arrow’s sister moved her hips from side to side, trying to create some space between herself and Angie D’eluna that was suffering from a very toe curling cough.

Every time she coughed, it sounded like a rocket was being launched.

“Old lady Mayfair,” Missy shouted. “Did you say that Lindsay Vulcan introduced Mackie Shuman to the shaman that cast the evil spell?”

She had to shout because many others were shouting out questions as well. Mrs. Jennie Mayfair was acting like the press secretary, choosing who got to ask questions at what time.

Grandma Mayfair nodded.

“That’s right, i heard it…”

“From the horse’s mouth.” the crowd erupted at the same time.

Old lady Mayfair had used the line one time too many and they were ready for her to use a new one. Even though Missy had spoken out of turn, they were rather interested in the question and amazed at the answer.

Whispers started going around, echoing through the room, over the vapor of all the cappuccinos, frappuccinos, milk tea and other teas that the exhausted baristas were preparing.

“Does it mean Lindsay Vulcan has done something like this before?”

“Has anyone in the Vulcan family suffered a similar fate?”

The ladies looked at each other and their eyes traveled around the room.

“Quinn Vulcan lost a baby two months ago, does anyone think…..”

This suggestive statement from someone resulted in the ladies forming their own think tank. Whispers and loud voices went around, women agreeing or disagreeing with the outrageous suggestion.

“Women lose babies, let’s not be too quick to point fingers and accuse someone innocent…”

“Innocent.” Someone else jumped in with rebuke in her voice. “If she introduced Mackie to the evil warlock then how can she really be innocent?”

“She could have simply passed on the knowledge.”

“Why did she have such knowledge in the first place?”

“Knowing is the same as doing in this case.”

Old Lady Mayfair listened to the arguments, nodding or shaking her head depending on what she heard. It was all simple until Dorothy Cook made a suggestion that had some people holding their breath.

“We need to involve the founders council and deal with this matter the old way. I have lost a baby as well, if it’s because someone used witchcraft, they should be burned at the stake. I am warning you all, if anybody stole the essence of my child, they will burn, you hear me, b-u-r-n, burn.”

Old lady Mayfair batted her eyelashes. “Wait, what?”

Everyone turned to Dorothy Cook, the proverbial teachers pet or in this case, founding council president Rex Cunningham’s pet.

This was because she was always snitching on others to the council, Rex in particular about who had broken a law or who had forgotten to pay a fine.

Dorothy was the head of the home owners association in the founding council and since her two year tenure begun, she had brought misery to so many by enforcing every law to the maximum.

Old lady Mayfair did not like Dorothy Cook, the woman had seen to it the previous year that Cillian’s intertwining twin fish fountain two inches from the Mayfair land and one inch into the common road was taken down.

Cillian Mayfair loved that fountain, he had built it himself and taking it down had been like erasing another piece of him from the world.

She had pleaded and begged but Dorothy had refused to listen or understand. She had smiled as the wrecking ball crushed the fountain into smithereens.

Old lady Mayfair hated Dorothy Cook with a fire that burned hotter than a new couple in the throes of a passionate night.

Noise in the flower cafe went out, voices screaming, insults being hurled and a whole lot of confusion.

“Mother, we will not be the reason as to why the old witch trials are restarted, right?” Jennie whispered to grandma Mayfair.

Old Lady Mayfair was still glaring in Dorothy’s direction. “I hope that bitch goes to the wooden stake first.” she mumbled.