Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 539

Chapter 539: Bloody damned witches.

Hearts began to hammer against rib cages on hearing Phoebe’s newest revelation especially for the last part of her statement. There was another way for Ravana’s burial prison to be unsealed!! Did this mean they had been running around for nothing? Did it also render the mystic keys useless?

Why the hell had they been searching for them and making sure that they were safe?

“What? I don’t think that I heard you the first time. Could you repeat that please.” Rufus said, voice tight.

Phoebe repeated herself, telling them again that the keys were not the only way to unlock Ravana’s prison.

Maureen, mid-sip of her wine, lowered her glass. “Bloody hell! Where did you hear that from? From the expression on Uncle Rufus’ face it seems that he has no idea about what you are talking about. Is it a rumor because there are many stories in circulation about Ravana.” Her eyes probed for answers.

David just stared, his casual self-scattered. “No_no_no, Phoebe never says things without being certain. If she says that there is another way, then there is another way. But grandpa is what Maureen saying true? That you have no knowledge about this other way?” He asked in a concerned voice, his eyes never leaving his grandfather.

It seemed to him like they were running a marathon but while they were just joining and lagging at the back, others were almost as the finish line.

“Witches, I fucking hate witches.” Maureen finished off the glass of wine, slurring her words a bit. “Why do they always leave loopholes when they deal with evil? I bet it’s not just a red moon and pure…..err…whatever the other one is. There should be a spell too to accompany the ritual.” She sneered, “Bloody damned witches, they can’t just seal evil up forever and move on. They always go….” She made her voice tiny and mimicked what her intoxicated self-thought witches sounded like. “We locked away this evil but in five hundred years, the blood of a blonde-haired baby with eyes of different colors who has no relation at all to this matter will open the doors and the evil will roam the world again. To keep the world safe, you must kill the baby. Am I right or what uncle Rufus?”

Shaking his head gently, Rufus lifted his clueless eyes. “I_I think that we have heard enough for the night. Maureen obviously needs to lay her head down. You are all welcome to spend the night here. I am going to look into this other way, and we will all meet first thing in the morning after breakfast.” He pushed himself up, only to fall back into the leather chair.

A sharp chorus of gasps erupted from the onlookers as he went down. Their first thought was that he was in danger–a heart attack kind of danger. Phoebe was now regretting her words, had she spoken too soon? The words had come out unintentionally for she had planned to ask the spirit first about the other way before bringing it up.

Now, Rufus was pale and yet flushed at the same time. Phoebe could not decipher if it was low blood sugar, a fever or anxiety.

“Anxiety.” The Saxon spirit told her, which relieved her.

“Grandpa, are you alright?” David was already trying to unbutton Rufus’s shirt and check his pulse and body for signs of distress.

Shaking his head softly, Rufus pushed away David’s hands, ripping off a button from his shirt in the process… “I am fine David, shocked but fine. You all can go to bed right as I have calls to make and books to read.” He politely made the request.

Letting out a weary sigh, Rekha launched to her feet. “Just when I was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel by thinking that we were on the winning side because we had four keys, darkness covered the light. The sad part is, maybe my parents did not have to die after all because the keys are now useless.” She muttered, walking away slowly as she quietly drowned in her thoughts.

“I will show you to your rooms personally.” David quickly strolled ahead of them all, sparing a worried glance at his grandfather who was getting to his feet as well.

He and Phoebe supported Maureen and left her in the care of a servant. She was loudly singing a song called the final countdown which was about the world facing destruction.

David left Phoebe in his bedroom and returned to the study, checking on his grandfather once again before joining Phoebe permanently for the rest of the night. She was right where he had left her, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in an abyss inside of her mind.

“Babe, you know that you do not have to worry about grandpa, he is okay I just came from his study, and he is drinking hot tea and on a video call with old man Lee.” He suddenly spoke, jolting her out of the half like trance that she had dived into.

His voice tugged at Phoebe’s heart; she leaped from the edge of the bed and rushed towards him. “Are you sure he is, okay? Maybe I should give him a heart protecting tonic. We dropped a lot of bombs tonight and I came in with a bazooka at the end that basically brought every building down.” The words clawed out of her, ragged with guilt.

David smiled while gently spinning her around, he sat her on the bed and began to massage her feet. “Believe me, I would not have left him alone if he was feeling sick.” He assured her as he stretched her toes one by one. “It must have been a long day for you too my love, don’t just worry about others, worry about yourself as well.” He rubbed her feet, with the intention of relieving all the stress that weighed on her like a huge rock tied to her feet.

Phoebe exhaled for the tension was melting from her shoulders slowly. “You do not know how relieved I am to hear that. If grandpa dies, I know grandma won’t be able to hold on for long. She will age quickly and die of loneliness. It cannot happen in this life; I must buy them more time together.” She relayed to him, laying back on the bed. “Are you not going to ask about why I did not tell you about the other way? It is not that I did not trust you, this whole thing is just so complicated.” There was a faraway ache in her voice, part of her thought that David was miffed that she was still keeping things from him.

However, David let out a soft sigh and started working in massaging her shoulders. “I am saddened that you have to carry this knowledge around. It is a big burden that was handed to you. It must not be easy being you.” His reassuring words were a balm to her aching invisible wounds.