Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Another wife is found at last.
It seemed that apart from Phoebe, everyone else was somewhat familiar with the Diggens.

Maureen pulled her lips to one side. “Currently there are sixteen women in the Diggens family. Of them all the one that suffered a tragedy which I recall is one. The daughter of Levi Diggens that had a bicycle accident as a child, but she is in a comma to date as far as I know.” She shared.

“Then it definitely cannot be her because one only becomes a ghost after death.” ken pointed out.

Grandpa Lee winced inwardly. “First, we need to confirm if this ghost is truly a Diggens before making assumptions. It could be just a resemblance, with the advancements made in public surgery today, the ghost could have bought herself a plastic face. If she is truly a Diggens, then we have to find out why a Diggens ghost would haunt Minka and George.” He voiced out.

“Gramps, that thing is after George, not me. He must have entangled with it somehow and now it is here for revenge.” Minka freed herself from her husband’s embrace.

She seemed to have forgotten that the ghost was not interested in revenge as much as seducing George. The Lee men cast George with a piercing gaze which communicated how much they barely liked him. They disliked the fact that he could not stand up to his family that was always haunting Minka.

“What the hell did you do George?” Grandpa Lee asked, his tone was stern. “When you married my princess, I told you never to put her in a position where she would have to shed a tear for you. I have kept my calm as much as I could every time your loud-mouthed mother and sisters….”

He had to pause the rant when soft moans came from the ghost’s lips.

“Ouch my head.” It tried to move but failed for its hands and feet were still bound together.

“Wakey wakey.” Maureen sprinkled rock salt at the ghost and some pure holy water.

The ghost screamed as if it was on fire for the pain was equivalent to an acid burn.

It stretched its hands forward in Maureen’s direction, it’s eyes pleading with her to stop. “Please stop! Why are you hurting me? What have I done?” Its voice sounded so innocent but none of the people there were moved.

Except Phoebe, just a little bit. She thought there was some genuine confusion in the ghost’s voice. Maybe it did not know that what it was doing was wrong. But when she recalled that it had followed George to the cafe, she changed her mind.

Maureen laughed derisively. “Where did you learn to manipulate like this? Your skills are similar to those of a demon.” She sprinkled more salt on its face, the ghost thwarted the move by shielding its face with the back of its arms.

The beseeching tone disappeared and the look in its eyes was now replaced by frost. The aura of the ghost changed as well from scared to angry.

“What do you want?” The ghost asked, speaking through pursed lips.

Maureen pointed at George. “I want to know what your business is with him. Why are you haunting this young man even going an extent to prevent him from having children.” She interrogated. “Don’t tell me that you are in love with him and want to be with him forever because news flash, you are dead. You cannot be with him, you cannot bear his children, and you cannot grow old together Casper.”

“Casper!” Phoebe whispered. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or stop her aunt from taunting the ghost unnecessarily. Maureen was one of those hunters that had to say something funny before she killed a monster.

The ghost shifted its eyes from Maureen to George, according him with a warm smile or the creepy ghostly version of a warm smile. “He is my husband; I have every right to be around him.” It responded, still smiling at George.

George shivered; it was if someone had poured a bucket of cold ice water over him. He looked at Minka and shook his head, denying what the ghost had claimed.

Minka’s hand flew to cover her open mouth. “H-husband?” The word stuttered out of her mouth, she looked at her husband, bewildered. Suddenly she felt foolish for believing in him again.

Phoebe nodded knowingly. “She must be the other unknown marriage marker.” She stated.

“Other? He has more than one marriage marker?” Ken asked, shocked to his bones. He had done a background check before George married Minka, and it came back clean. If he had married, it was not legally registered.

Giving him a little dismissive wave, Phoebe turned to the ghost. “How is he your husband? Where did you meet him and when did the two of you get married? In case you cannot tell by the look of horror on his face, he is not aware of this marriage. He does not recognize you and said that he has never met you. So, tell us, how can he be your husband when you are strangers?” She probed.

“We were married as children, ask his family if you think that I am lying. The ceremony was held under the Jacaranda tree on his family’s ground. It was a handfasting ceremony. We were joined by the ropes which tied us together physically in body and soul forever. He is mine; I do not like him being happy with those women that is why I cannot allow them to stay by his side. They are all temporary, they don’t deserve to have his children. I am the only permanent one and once he joins me this side we will have as many children as we want.” The ghost blinked seductively at George.

George scoffed. “Married as children? I do not remember any of that! That thing is lying!” He denied vehemently.

The ghost became very unhappy with George’s denial and its eyes flashed red for a moment. “I am not lying, both of our families witnessed it, your mother proposed that a betrothal was not enough, so they bound us together through marriage. My mother told me about it, and I grew up knowing that I was already married to you.” It responded sharply.

As soon as she mentioned betrothal, everyone jumped to the same conclusion. The ghost was from the founding family, ordinary people did not betroth their children normally.

“Your family? Is it by any chance the Diggens family?” Phoebe asked.

The ghost nodded and everyone turned to George once again. Surely, it was impossible that he had no clue at all about what was going on. He had to know something, no matter how small.