Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 483

Chapter 483: A favor for a favor.
George lingered around, not ready to leave. Even though his father-in-law had said the marriage would be annulled, Minka had not added her thoughts to the matter.

He was scared that if he left her behind, when he heard from her next, she would be asking to meet him in the office of her attorney and handing over signed divorce documents.

“Minka…” he started.

Ken Lee would not hear of it, he turned Minka around and sent her out.

“You, follow your family.” Old man Lee gestured for George to leave. “You must have things to discuss with them. It will be best if you sort out your matters before any other step is taken. One thing I can assure you of is that Minka will not be getting involved with your family again.”

George could tell from the finality in his voice that there was no room for bargaining. He left with his head bowed like a sad dog that was being punished by having its favorite bone taken away.

“We have seen enough of the drama, let us go back to the cafe.” Maureen suggested, massaging her belly which churned for the second time. All the snacks she had eaten failed to satiate her hunger.

Finding the cause of Minka and George’s troubles was not the only reason why Phoebe had come to the Lee house. She wanted to kill two birds with one stone.

She pulled on Maureen’s hand and spoke. “Aunt I want to talk to grandpa Lee about grandpa Cillian. The last time I spoke to him, he said grandpa had a nemesis that was an angel. Who knows what else he could reveal today?”

Phoebe figured that old man Lee was emotional today and she had just helped his granddaughter. Maybe he would be generous in sharing information. There was a glint of hope in her eyes, one that Maureen quickly extinguished by responding quickly.

“Oh, you poor thing, you actually think that old man Lee would risk his reputation by telling you top secrets of the academy. That old man is playing you by feeding you scraps that he knows will excite you, his mind is still as sharp as iron. I suggest that you do not waste your time, let us go.” Maureen turned to leave.

Phoebe pulled her arm to her side, her gaze defiant and unyielding. “I must still try my luck, don’t they say you must dig deep if you want to strike gold. Go without me, that man promised to answer my questions so I will get something, no matter how small. Besides, what better way for him to reward me for helping his granddaughter than to give me this so-called top-secret information.” She pushed Maureen out and strolled towards the door through which grandpa Lee had gone through.

Watching Phoebe leave, Rekha pressed her lips together, she was exhausted from telling the two stubborn Mayfair women to forget about their investigation. If the academy had decided to bury all the information on Cillian’s death, then perhaps it was better not to dig it out.

“Does she really think that she can get him to talk?” She whispered to Maureen.

Maureen shrugged in response, who knew. As skeptical as she was, she could not stop Phoebe. A small part of her was actually hoping that her niece succeeded.

Phoebe paused in her tracks suddenly upon running into Shanna in a long corridor adorned by wooden walls.

“Pheebs? It’s good that you have not left. I was just about to go out looking for you, grandpa wants to see you in his study.” Shanna smiled warmly and hugged Phoebe. “Thank you for helping my cousin.”

“Your cousin is my cousin; we are all family.” Phoebe pinched Shanna’s waist and giggled.

Shanna’s waist was sensitive, she jumped back and pouted before leading the way to old man Lee’s study. She pushed the door open, and they walked in without knocking.

To Phoebe’s surprise, Maureen’s figure followed them in. Her aunt had not left as expected.

“Where is Minka right now by the way?” Maureen asked, her voice was carrying genuine concern.

The question went to Shanna who sighed. “In the master bedroom crying her eyes out. She is confused about what to do next about George. She still loves him, but his family is a lot to deal with. Honestly, George is led around by the nose by his mother a lot. When they had just met, I told her that he was a mama’s boy.”

Rekha popped up behind Maureen with an opinion on that matter. “In that case the mother should marry him and keep him by her side forever to save other women from being harmed. She wants to control her son so much that she will never allow another woman to fully possess his love. Did you hear the way she said, ‘Oh honey….”

Rekha’s mimicking elicited laughs from the listeners. They stopped when Shanna put a finger to her lips asking them to keep quiet for, they were inside her grandfather’s personal sanctuary, his home office.

The room was enormous but a little smaller than Edward’s. It was much brighter though, with wide glass windows which had a view of the frozen koi pond. Phoebe settled in one of the sofas, looking around curiously. Her eyes settled on the wall which was adorned with time worn portraits of the Lee ancestors.

Grandpa Lee who was standing close to the window spun around, a rueful smile plastered on his lips. “Ladies, I do not know how to thank you all for bringing this problem to my attention. I suppose we owe you a fee for your work, don’t worry I will not be stingy.” He moved to the single sofa and sat behind his desk.

He instructed his personal assistant to request the chef to make special meals for the guests.

Maureen rubbed her hands in glee. “Please do not take too long, I am famished.” She told the assistant. “Something about winter always drives up my appetite.”

“Probably all the hunting you do.” Rekha mumbled. She had never seen a guardian that loved to hunt as much as Maureen Mayfair did. It was if she had a personal vendetta against every supernatural being in the world. When it came to demons, she was even worse, merciless and fearless.

How could she not have the appetite of four men when she was doing the work of four men?

Phoebe leaned forward and tried to look as serious as possible as she addressed old man Lee. “Grandpa Lee, I will not beat around the bush, if you want to thank me the money is not necessary. You can thank me by telling me about my grandfather’s death. I am not interested in how good a fisher, horse rider or prankster he was. I have been told a lot about him but nothing about his death and yet it matters the most. You should understand that I have reasons for asking, it’s not for fun or curiosity.” Phoebe fixed him with a piercing look and requested boldly. Her eyes were intense and unwavering, full of purpose.

In them was a message, I am not leaving without something, game time is over.

Old man Lee licked his dry lips, of all things that he expected her to ask this was not one of them.