Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: To burn the witches or fight.

Old lady Mayfair and Jennie sat Phoebe down, narrating to her all that had happened and what had led to the uninvited guests in their home.

She did not forget to talk about Dorothy Cook and conveniently drop in the fact that she had destroyed grandpa Mayfair’s beloved fountain and laughed like a demon while doing it.

By the time Phoebe and the rest of the Mayfair’s joined the guests in the parlor, she was on team we don’t like Dorothy Cook.

The guests had been arranged to sit while facing the front as if they were in a meeting or an auction. The parlor could fill up to one hundred eighty people and it was full to the brim.

Phoebe went all the way to the front, and she stood close to the center, next to the seat of the family matriarch. Her expression was clam and her gaze unwavering as she looked out at the guests. Her eyes were between gray and black, lending her an air of mystery, like she could see beyond the physical realm.

All of this was deliberate, an air of mysticism lent to her by the Saxon spirit so that she could command respect from all of these guests who came from affluent founding families.

It worked because many people felt uneasy just by looking into her eyes. It did not help when the lights in the room flickered and the windows opened without being touched.

Phoebe snapped her fingers and candles were instantly lit, then she and old lady Mayfair lit some sage as well. She went around the room, placing down stones and salt, to create a protective circle. Their movements were deliberate and graceful each step imbued with purpose.

They returned to their positions and Phoebe sat down in the chair which was meant for the matriarch at her grandmother’s insistence. In this moment, she was the ultimate authority in the house.

Something else shifted, an aura of authority surrounded Phoebe, inspiring fear and awe from the guests. They could tell that she was different, miles beyond them.

Edward and grandma Mayfair could not have been more proud, even the Saxon spirit and grandma Saxon that had come for the fun of it were feeling the same way.

“I have heard about why you all are here, the first thing i am going to clear up is the burning of the witches. There will be no such thing.”

Her voice was soft but powerful, carrying a punch that shook many. There were those however that only saw her as a young woman that had no authority and chose to challenge her standing to make such a decision. Dorothy Cook was one of them.

“Who are you to make such a decision on behalf of the rest of us?”

“I am a shaman, and a citizen of Fog country. The witch trials are a thing of the past, many innocent men and women were killed as a result of hysteria and baseless accusations.”

Dorothy stood up and pointed at Phoebe. “But this is not baseless, you yourself found Mackie Shuman guilty of stealing the life of her sister’s children. She even admitted it and said Lindsay Vulcan introduced her into witchcraft. Everyone hear heard it from your grandmother, straight from the horse’s mouth were the words she used.”

“I said no such thing..: grandma Mayfair denied strongly.

A few whispers started to move around the room.

“Is it true or false?”

“Are they changing the story now?”

Old lady Mayfair banged her walking cane on the ground twice. “To be precise, i said that Mackie Shuman confessed that Lindsay Vulcan introduced her to an evil shaman in Magic city that cast the spell. I did not call Mackie or Lindsay witches, you did that Dorothy Cook.”

Once again, whispers went around and a lot of the women nodded, agreeing with old lady Mayfair.

“I can testify to that.” Missy Castille shouted, with one hand raised up.

“Me too.” someone else said.

More women confirmed what old lady Mayfair had said, including grandma Saxon.

Phoebe smiled. “You are too presumptuous Mrs. Cook, be careful or someday your tongue will be ripped out if you offend the wrong person.”

Dorothy Cook’s eyes bulged and she glared at Phoebe. “You are threatening me, don’t think that i am a fool. The old one has recruited the young one to fight her battles.” She pointed from old lady Mayfair to Phoebe.

“Old one! I am physically more attractive than you Dorothy Cook and i will die with my tongue in my mouth.” Old Lady Mayfair scoffed.

Despite the fact that this was not the reason for gathering, many ladies still found themselves enjoying the exchange of words.

“Are you calling me ugly?” Dorthy questioned.

“If the shoe fits.” Old lady Mayfair turned her nose up pretentiously and responded.

Everyone could easily tell that the relationship between the two women was simply irreconcilable.

“Enough!” general Drusus exploded.

He was here to get answers and nothing else. For heaven sake, his men were disguised as servants and live streaming the meeting to the president of Fog country. The president was certainly not interested in the squabbles of the wealthy wives of the founding lane.

General Drusus was wrong, the president and his wife were very much enjoying what had the makings to be a reality TV show. They were even eating ice cream and giggling.

President Inglewood’s wife Lauren did not like Dorothy Cook and she was so much enjoying her take down and cheering on grandma Mayfair.

She took the phone through which the president was communicating with general Drusus and gave her own order.

“Let them fight for another minute, it’s fun.”

General Drusus chuckled, it was fun indeed. “Go on old lady Mayfair, i believe that you were at the part were the shoe fits which means Dorothy Cook is indeed not as beautiful as you and she hit on Cillian three times but he rejected her at all turns because he was already married to you.”

Connie burst into laughter, her clear voice stunning everyone in the room while Phoebe’s jaw dropped. Was Drusus helping or throwing oil onto the flames?

Even Amon that was disguised in the back groaned. He knew it, his uncle was here to create trouble.

Grandma Mayfair glared at Dorothy and Dorothy glared at the general.

“She hit on Cillian when he was married, oh my gosh!” someone exclaimed.

“Ho-ho….Mrs. prim and proper has dark secrets, i should hide my husband from her.”

Dorothy opened her mouth and screamed, “I was drunk….i was drunk…”

“All three times.” General Drusus questioned. “Wow, Dorothy, i did not expect you to have a taste for the bottle. You realize that the excuse does not make you look any better, right?”

A few chuckles went around the room.

“I knew i didn’t like you for a good reason, i will deal with you later Dorothy. No…we should burn you first you witch.” Old Mayfair suggested.

Dorothy gasped and threw her purse to the front, aiming for old lady Mayfair. It hit sixteen year old Sarah Miller on the back of her head. She cried out loudly and her mother Ashley Miller who was famous for her quick throw downs when angered turned around, fists clenched.

“Don’t come, don’t come…” Dorothy nervously said.