Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

It was for this exact reason that Ruthie wanted to send Phoebe as far away as possible. She knew that although the red haired woman had changed her last name, it was just a matter of time before a Saxon discovered who she was. Her only prayer was that Phoebe insisted that she wasn't the woman David was obsessed with.

"Child please am still waiting to get an answer from you and it better be convincing. How long have you known about this Phoebe?" Grandma Saxon was not backing down.

The old woman's frown only got deeper with each passing minute. She was beginning to realize that Ruth Mayfair had been lying to her about something important for a while now.

"Liar, liar pants on fire." The teenage ghost sang repeatedly as it twirled gum around it's finger.

Scanning her head for a believable answer, Ruth opted to bury herself deeper. 

"It's not her grandma. I too thought that she was the woman David was searching for until I found out that her last name is Hopkins and not Gabriel.

But I come here often to buy herbal tonics for my parents and grandmother who has become more frail recently which is why you have met here." Ruth lied through her teeth.

Phoebe watched Ruth lie shamelessly with an amused face, she weighed on whether to just tell grandma Saxon the truth that the two of them knew each other or let sleeping dogs lie.

She was in a semi trance as she wondered why David was searching for her. He didn't even know her personally in this life so why was he interested in her.

Now it made more sense that time when he came running after her. What also made perfect sense now was that Ruth knew that David was looking for her and that's why she wanted to send her to the Magic city so desperately.

The old woman whose hopes had gone up because she thought that this time she had found the mystery woman stumbled back a little because she began to feel dizzy.

Fortunately, one of the body guards rushed to her side and helped her sit in one of the wooden chairs that was close by.

With her hand raised to her head, grandmother Saxon let out a soft painful groan. It was obvious that her head was hurting and causing her great discomfort.

Phoebe quickly filled a glass with a tonic that helps to alleviate stress and dashed towards the direction of the old woman.

"Please drink this guest." She acted as she would with another stranger or guest in her cafe. 

Grandma Saxon was hesitant at first because she rarely ate or drunk anything that wasn't prepared by carefully chosen chefs back at home.

In fact the old woman had a nutritionist who was in charge of coming up with her meals that's why even at the age of eighty, the old woman was still as strong as an ox with all parts of her body still functioning properly except for her leg that bothered her some times.

Phoebe could see that the old woman was questioning the usefulness of the contents in the cup.

[She must be worried about the contents of the tonic. It would be ridiculous of me to give an obviously wealthy client something bad because my own reputation would be ruined. I charge at least two hundred dollars for a sip of this tonic, grandma but i am giving it to you for free. This is two hundred dollars, the cost of a plate of grade B beef at King's hotel.]

Phoebe's thoughts displayed clearly at her forehead and the old woman read each and every word.

The old matriarch was more than shocked that she inhaled sharply, her narrowed eyes never leaving Phoebe's face.

She had blinked a few times but the words were there for everyone to see. When she looked around at the others however they had normal expressions on their faces. 

Grandma Saxon controlled her excitement because she had met an extraordinary woman and she had to be the one.

It was in that moment that she came to a conclusion that this Phoebe was not an ordinary girl. No wonder her grandson was having dreams about her and was obsessed with finding her.

"Thank you dear," she reached her hand out for the cup.

Ruth who hated seeing grandma Saxon accept something from Phoebe. For all she knew, this small gesture could be the key to Phoebe crossing the threshold of Saxon tower.

She moved her hand and tried to push the cup away but Phoebe maintained a strong hold on it. 

Dissatisfied, Ruth complained loudly, "Phoebe how can you suggest that grandma drinks that shit, even the cup is old and dirty." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The old woman looked her quizzically. "Didn't you just claim a few minutes ago that you came here to pick tonics for your parents and grandmother? Or was that a lie?"

The question forced Ruth to fold her lips and squeeze her eyes shut, she could blame no one but her big mouth. "Well.... what I actually meant was that..." she stammered as words failed her.

With her hand on the cup, grandma Saxon raised the cup to her lips and swallowed the contents that were in the cup ignoring Ruth's meaningless warnings.

The moment she put the cup down, she began to feel relaxed immediately and all discomfort in her body vanished. It was truly mesmerizing, her eyes moved to the cup as she tried to figure out the ingredients that were used to make it.

Even with all the stress reliving supplements she took on a daily that were manufactured by the Saxon group nothing came close to what this young woman had given her.

"Thank you. Is it possible for you to tell me what ingredients you used to make this?" She asked innocently, a small smile made its way to her lips.

"That's a secret." Phoebe commented as she smiled back at the only Saxon who adored her in her past life.

Even though Phoebe adored the old woman too, sharing the recipe was out of the question despite the fact that the Saxon ancestor spirit gave her the recipe.

Her eyes moved to where it was sitting, right next to its relative. Phoebe assumed that it would urge her to share the recipe but it didn't.

She turned her attention to grandma Saxon who was looking at her with a glint of curiosity in her eye.

[I wonder what she's doing here? Did she come here purposely to see me?]

"Sit down dear." Grandma Saxon instructed politely with a big smile on her face after reading Phoebe's thoughts. "Maybe you can help me. I am looking for a red haired woman, twenty four years of age and named Phoebe Gabriel."

On hearing that, Phoebe swallowed hard but remained composed because she had to maintain the façade.

[Crap! oh crap! Why?]

In her mind, Phoebe panicked. With the resources of the Saxons, even if she denied her true identity, the truth would be revealed in no time.

Grandma Saxon chuckled. She was more than confident that this was the right one and she couldn't wait for David to bring her home. For now, she decided to act like a fool since Phoebe was not ready to reveal her identity.

"But unfortunately, you aren't the person I am looking for but am fortunate to have met you. From today I would like you to deliver tonics of my choosing to the Saxon tower." That said the old woman stood up to leave.

[What? No, no way.]

Phoebe's thoughts puzzled the old woman who wondered why she was so alarmed. What was so scary about the Saxon tower?

Ruth hurriedly walked to the old woman and intertwined her arm into the old woman's.

"Grandma I told you that woman doesn't exist." She triumphantly stated and she rushed the elderly woman out of the cafe.