Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: The aftremath of a storm.
Phoebe woke up the next day in a place that was both unfamiliar and familiar, David’s bedroom at the Saxon tower. She had no memory of how she had made it there or why she had spent the night there.

She blinked rapidly and tried to sit up and found that it was a task because she was not alone in bed. David was holding onto her body tightly like as though she would disappear at any moment in her sleep.

She grunted and tried to loosen his arm, but it was like being held down like an iron rod. She could have used her energy or magic but chose not to do so. Instead, she mumbled and tapped the hand.

The soft sounds of complaint that came from her woke him, he leaped from the bed like a soldier that just heard a siren. First, he poured some water into a glass and gently moved it to her lips, holding it for her as though she had no hands.

“Drink this first.” He instructed, when she was done, he studied her face. “How do you feel? You fainted last night and gave me quite the scare. We called the doctor to examine you, and he found nothing wrong. You developed a fever and cried while you were sleeping. Thank God the fever is gone now.” He placed the back of his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.

Phoebe knew her body better than anyone, it felt fine, there was no trace of illness within her.

“I am fine. Did I spend the night here?” Phoebe asked, her eyes moved to the clock that was pinned to the opposite wall. “It’s 2pm!!” She exclaimed in disbelief. She had no idea how she had slept for so many hours. “My family must be worried!” She tossed the covers aside, planning to rush home and reassure them, especially her mother. Jennie was a bit of a mother hen.

David pushed her back on the bed gently and tucked her in. “Calm down, I called them already and they rushed here. The Mayfair’s are all over the place in the tower running it and giving instructions as if they are residents, which is funny.” He chuckled.

A few people like Katherine and some of his uncles were not pleased. They thoughts guests should behave like guests.

“Your mother is making you soup in the main kitchen right now; she has also prepared some porridge and a few light foods. Let us handle your business first, from what I figured out on my own you have to charge so I made sure to hold you tightly until that pendant around your neck began to glow. I guess it is full because it is no longer siphoning energy from me.” He propped pillows behind her back.

Nodding her head, Phoebe gave him a warm grateful smile. “It is full but gluttonous so it will keep eating for as long as you are available.” She grabbed his hand and kissed the back. “Thank you for all your sacrifices, you must have stayed up all night to take care of me. I must have lost a lot of energy last night…..” She searched her mind for the memories of the previous night, but they were slightly vague.

Connie sneered. “You would have depleted all your energy; did you want to kill yourself just because you were angry that Moria hugged David?” She pointed a nail filer that she was waving around for no reason in Phoebe’s direction.

“Moria? Babe i already explained this…..” David’s eyes flew wide open, and he glared at the teenage ghost who was resurrecting something that he hoped had been buried. He and Phoebe were getting along well now, why did the girl have to bring up Moria?

Phoebe raised her palm to cut his explanation. “You don’t need to explain much, I understand. But it doesn’t mean I am any less pissed at her. Just so you know, if there is a next time I am going to pull out her fake red hair.” She laughed lightly as did he.

“And Dickson?” She asked. “What happened?”

David gave her a little dismissive wave. “There was nothing left of him. My grandfather has put on this big play, search dogs have been searching for remainders of his body since morning all over the lane but come up empty. His empty coffin will be lowered in the grave tomorrow or the day after. Margaret is still cursing you for burning him to ashes just so you know.”

Phoebe rolled her eyes on hearing what he had to say about Margaret. David excused himself to answer a call and Phoebe took the opportunity to browse through hers.

There was a lot of the news was about reports on the sudden death of Dickson whom they highlighted died in a helicopter crush.

There was also news on the sudden storm and all of the damage that it had done. Phoebe made a mental note to ask her mother to use some of the foundation’s funds to help those that had lost property.

The news was calling it a miraculous storm, apparently in some places, flowers had sprouted, and many pregnant animals had given birth. Some people were claiming it had been a result of alien activity.

“I am not an alien.” Phoebe mumbled.

She opened another message that was the weekly newsletter from the founding council which was confirming the news of Dickson’s death. It also shared that he was to be buried later that evening at the Saxon burial grounds.

What caught her eye however was the surprising part where Rufus Saxon stated that the box that was lost at the auction had been found and various relics that had been illegally taken from the council coffers. There was a picture of the said box in his hands.

It continued on to share that Rex Chapman had been officially dismissed from his position and was to be replaced temporarily by Agatha Hipman as head of the council until a formal election was held. The date of the election would be announced but all candidates interested could submit their resumes and start campaigning after being validated.

The spirit made a loud sound, one that seemed to be of relief. “They faked it! I guess that was the only way they had to get out of it. By lying to everyone, after all no one will ask to see what was in that box, the auction already ended.” A faraway look came to form in its eyes.

“Unwanted visitors are here in the tower, I can feel the tension grow from here. It is the Mortimer’s.” The spirit vanished.

David who was approaching her heard its words; he stormed out without saying another word.

Grandma Mayfair rushed in with her mother behind her. “Sweetheart you seem fine, oh thank God! You had us all scared. Why is David running out in a bathrobe?” Jennie chimed.