Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 288

Chapter 288: The fifteen.

Some people started to make way for Ashley while others looked around for nearest safety zone. Ashley was a two time boxing champion, you did not want to be in her way when she was looking for a fight.

“Okay, enough, as much fun as this is, i would rather know what is going on, how true it is and what can be done about it.” the first lady told the general.

Obeying the words of the first lady, general Drusus stepped in and stopped the fight. With one glowering from him, Mrs. Ashley Miller settled down but she still sent a sharp look to Mrs. Dorothy Cook, a look that promised the fight was not over.

As exciting as the little exchange was, everyone was ready for the real thing and Phoebe went straight to business.

“I will repeat myself, there will no burning of anybody, our Mayfair family will not be involved in such actions. What will the rest of the world think of the founding families when they hear of such things?

We live in a civilized world, one monitored by CCTV’s at every corner. Most people do not even believe in magic and witchcraft anymore, how do you plan to explain your actions if you burn those two women? Not only will you end up being branded as a murderer but you will also spend the rest of your life in an insane asylum.”

Phoebe paused and looked around, meeting some of the uncomfortable eyes in the audience. There were those that agreed with Dorothy Cook, they were just too afraid to share their opinions.

“Do not use fears of the past to muddy the present, it is not worth it. Moving on, Mackie Shuman and Lindsay Vulcan are indeed guilty of partaking in evil. I cannot speak for Lindsay but Mackie confessed and i personally solved Eliza Guzman’s trouble. For those that do not believe you can visit the Guzman’s and witness for yourselves that her new born baby is alive and healthy.”

Wondrous whispers went around and some people made a note to visit Eliza. Some had tried but the Guzman’s and Shuman’s had sealed off an entire floor in the hospital to keep out visitors.

“Some of you here are believers, others are not.” her gaze pierced some of the people in the room. The faint hearted ones could not take it and they looked down or away. “I do not care if you believe or not, it neither adds nor takes anything away from me. Now….” Phoebe stood up. “I have only an hour to offer help, i am exhausted and you have imposed yourselves on my family without a proper appointment so let’s move fast. Those that need my help, move to one side of the room, and approach one by one. The non believers, that are here for fun, don’t interfere.”

The Mayfairs and their servants got to work with surprising help from general Drusus. A line was formed with Quinn Vulcan being pushed to the front. It was no surprise that she had come to the meeting, she was the biggest spectacle of the night.

She approached Phoebe and lowered herself to her knees, which shocked those that were waiting. Phoebe too was surprised, there was a chair, why had Quinn chosen to kneel?

“Two children, i have lost two.” Quinn said softly with tears running down her eyes already.

Quinn had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, one that had been growing with every passing minute since the news about Mackie and Lindsay spread.

Phoebe took Quinn’s palms and looked at them. Then, she looked at her face and her stomach. A dark cloud had amassed, coming from within.

She nodded and a gut wrenching cry burst forth from deep within Quinn. It was filled with raw motion and pain that resonated with some other people in the room.

The whispers started to travel and an odd excitement filled the room.

“Come and see me at my cafe or i can come to your home, you need a cleansing ritual.” Phoebe told her.

Jennie helped Quinn up and the next person approached. For that one, it was a false case.

“Your child was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck. There was no foul play.”

She moved away and the next stepped in.

“Your baby was still born, and you already knew that.” Phoebe sighed.

She looked at the line while scratching the lobe of her left ear.

“If your baby has a defined cause of death, please don’t waste my time and that of others.”

She did not want to spend more time that necessary so she got up and decided to walk, picking out those that genuinely needed help. The Saxon spirit also volunteered to be helpful.

Phoebe started separating people, creating a third group, some even found themselves being pushed into the third group by an invisible force.

The third group was eventually made up of fifteen people.

“What’s up with the third line?”

“What is going on? What is shoving people?”

“This is freaky, i am going home.”

“Everyone else can leave, only they get to stay.” Phoebe announced, pointing to the fifteen.

It was obvious that everyone that had been asked to stay behind had a problem of some kind. They were all women and Sarah Miller was the youngest.

What they all did not understand was why Sarah Miller had been included. She was only sixteen and as far as they knew she had never been pregnant.

Why then was she among the fifteen? They started jumping to conclusions immediately and only stayed silent out of fear for Mrs. Ashley Miller.

While the guests were sent away, general Drusus was communicating with the president who was fuming. His sister Iona that was in disguise was among the fifteen and he wanted answers.

Who was brave enough to harm the sister of the president?

“Drusus, i think it’s time we form a new supernatural government aided hunting team like the one Cillian Mayfair used to run.

You know the details better than me, i am commanding you to draw up a plan immediately. Oh…rope in the shaman, she is good at sniffing out the evil done by her own kind.”

General Drusus looked at Phoebe with anxiety in his eyes. She was sending off the fifteen after telling them about a cleansing ritual.

Drusus was well aware that Cillian never wanted his family involved in the supernatural world, especially not as hunters. If they dragged Phoebe into that world, wouldn’t that old vengeful bastard reach out from the grave and strangle him?

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Dorothy Cook was not among the fifteen and she was unwilling to accept the results. The only acceptable cause of death for her daughter was the witches and she guessed that Phoebe was being deliberately unhelpful because old lady Mayfair had instigated her.

She didn’t care about the law or modern society, the witches had to be burned. Even that Phoebe Mayfair was a witch, she was just in disguise.

Dorothy Cook left the Mayfair grounds and went in search of President Rex. Phoebe did not get the final say on the matter, the founding council did.

The witches would burn no matter what the Mayfair’s said and if they got in her way, they would burn along with the rest.

The wind howled strongly and the sky got darker, there was a heaviness in the air. Rain was coming, it would be a long night for the founding families. Embers of the past were flickering.