Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 317: Fixing Sarah’s troubles

The news about the divorce was like a punch in the gut to most of the people in the living room, the news had not yet hit the founding lane gossip mill yet.

For some like Andre, this was the first time he was hearing of the fight between Ashley and Marissa and the dominoes that collapsed after, he wanted to ask questions but the timing was wrong. He was sharp however, and he deduced some things from what was said.

Ashley Miller had gone pale, Sarah was gripped with guilt, Brock Miller was lost, they were all caught up in a situation that they did not know how to handle. Who could have predicted that one little fight could snowball and lead to such devastating results.

"I did not mean to rip her skirt, it was short and the material of poor quality, and I did not start the fight, she shoved me first." Ashley mumbled.

"What are you quibbling about? I have warned you many times about your quick temper but you never listen, now you can see where your fists have landed us, Ashley you have destroyed one family and almost destroyed this one in the process. Hmph, I think it’s time for Brock to divorce you." Brock’s mother said.

"Ma, it’s not happening." Brock immediately said.

"Are you going to wait until Sarah or another of your children is destroyed thanks to her?" His mother questioned. "What if I become the target of such twisted revenge next time?"

The Miller’s started mumbling, opinions were thrown around, some in support and others against.

Phoebe did not care about their family disputes, she instructed Connie to light the black candle in Ashley’s hands.

"Stand straight look at the flame and repeat after me." she ordered the girl. "Focus on me, not the noise around you."

Andre and grandma Mayfair were trying to quieten the Miller’s but it was proving to be an impossible task, Brock’s parents were all but ready to throw their fists and get him to divorce, he was defending his wife while keeping an eye on Sarah.

There were two children crying, Sarah’s siblings and a dog was barking. The dog, Phoebe guessed was barking because it had sensed evil trying to escape, animals were sensitive to such things.

Phoebe pricked her finger and a drop of her blood fell on the shadow, a sizzling sound was made and a loud howl followed.

The shadow started struggling, and those that were closest to Sarah moved even further away, the entire thing was like a nightmare, or a horror movie.

Sarah’s hands trembled, and the candle started to slip out of her hands because of fear.

"Up here." Phoebe snapped her fingers at Sarah, "Do not look at the shadow. "Repeat after me, with this light I command the heavens, bind this shadow, end its reign."

In a timid trembling voice, Sarah repeated after Phoebe, word for word. A sudden gust of air invaded the room, causing the fire on all eight candles around Sarah and the one in her hand to move up wards, burning with vigor and melting at a quick rate.

The wax of the candle in Sarah’s hand started to melt, some falling on her hands and more on the shadow. Pain, deep enough to be felt in the bones invaded her body.

She screamed and her shadow did the same thing, both in excruciating pain. Sarah fell to her knees, the candle in hands started slipping.

"Don’t let go of the candle." Phoebe ordered.

Sylvester got onto his knees and he lent strength to Sarah, ensuring that she held onto the candle.

The house was dead quiet, with the exception of the screams coming from Sarah and her shadow, none of the Miller’s was talking, and more of them had left the living room but they were squeezed in the door leading out of it, peeking from a distance.

Their hearts were racing, some had even closed their ears and Macy had closed her eyes as well.

"It’s burning her, please, the candle is burning her hands." Ashley cried out.

She could see the wax melting as quickly as cake being crumbled, most of that wax was landing on her daughter’s hands.

"That’s not what’s happening." Phoebe told her.

The wax was harmless, the pain that Sarah was feeling was coming from the talisman being forcefully pulled out of her body.

It went on for five minutes and then the screaming stopped, the candles had melted completely and the salt had evaporated. Sarah Miller fell to the floor, unconscious.

"It’s done." Phoebe said, "She is fine, but the one that did the spell is in trouble. A talisman of shadows can only be effective by offering one’s vitality." She looked at David, "Let’s go to the Howard house, I am not willing to let a girl so young die."

She did not plan to stick around to watch the fight that she was sure was coming.

Brock carried Sarah and placed her on a sofa, shouting for someone to send for a doctor.

"She is fine, she is just sleeping." Phoebe told them. She took a few steps forward and turned back, "Oh, who will be paying my bill?"

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Phoebe received strange looks from the Miller’s and she guessed what most of them were thinking, that she was money minded and other things in that line. But, she did not care, she had done her job.

"How much?" Broke asked.

"Ten million." She answered, no hesitation at all, exuding confidence.

The elders of the Miller family frowned, they found the price ridiculous and they were unwilling to pay.

"Do not bargain, do not argue, do not waste my time. Without me, Sarah here would have eventually died, within a year at most. I should be asking for more but I am in a generous mood." Phoebe looked at the time.

She needed to get to the Howard house soon.

"I will pay." Brock said.

He ignored the disapproving looks from his parents and approached Phoebe, phone in hand as he planned to wire her the money.

They were all surprised when Ashley moved to stop Brock, all of them assumed that she too had a problem with Phoebe’s pricing.

Phoebe’s eyebrows shot up, if Ashley Miller complained, she would not argue but later, she would send Luna to collect the debt. Nobody, was allowed to play around with her money, she worked hard for it.

That single drop of her blood that she had used was precious, worth at least one hundred million in her opinion. The energy she had used in the spell was worth one hundred more.

"No, I will pay. It’s my fault that this happened, I will give you twenty million, save Leslie Howard if possible. I will come with you and apologize to Marissa in person."

They left the Miller house and drove to the Howard house, the two families were not far from each other. Only five houses stood between their homes.

When they arrived, it was no surprise that they were not welcomed, especially when the Howard’s saw Ashley. The air charged instantly; a fight was looming on the horizon.