Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 358: Father and daughter with secrets eaChapter

He could not come outright and tell her that he had figured out her secret from reading her thoughts, he decided to play pretend.

"Oh no is that what you thought? I am not saying that you know who took it, I just wanted to ask if perhaps with your special abilities you saw something odd or maybe you could even help old man Rufus find it." Edward patiently studied his daughter as she crafted an answer to give him.

He had a feeling that she was about to lie to him even before she opened her mouth, and he was helpless in that matter.

She scratched the back of her neck and smiled stiffly before responding. "I see.... well father i am sorry to disappoint you but I didn’t see anything suspicious at all because I was in the bathroom. The only suspicious thing I can recall is the power going out which everyone noticed of course."

Phoebe lied with a straight face, she did not even break a sweat and if Edward had not seen her thought she would have fooled him perfectly.

He lowered his head to hide his smile, he could see that she was struggling to tell the lie and was very uncomfortable that she had to do so. He decided not to push anymore, the council would figure out how to handle the matter.

Nobody knew what was inside the box at the end of the day, they would find something similar to fool people and calm the storm. Rufus would secretly continue digging into the case of course.

Edward sighed when he looked at his daughter that was smiling at him with a sweet innocent look on her face as if she was a perfect little angel that could do no wrong.

He tapped her nose with a finger, "That’s okay, sweetheart if you can think of anything, you can always come and talk to me. But meanwhile, have you maybe thought about joining Andre in the field of acting? I think that you would do an amazing job and win yourself a lot of awards." He raised himself to his feet and went to sit in the office chair.

A small chuckle came from his throat because he figured she would be confused, and he was right. Cocking her head, Phoebe’s eyes followed him. She couldn’t understand why her father was saying what he was saying.

"Me! Oh, come on dad I would suck at it. If there is an award to win, I would win the worst actress of the year award. No, not year.... century because nobody is as bad at acting as me." She leaned back in the chair and laughed, "Back in school I tried it because acting is one of those jobs where you are guaranteed wealth if you hit it big and I wanted to become as wealthy as quickly as possible

You should have seen me trying to act as Juliet in the Romeo and Juliet play, I thought I was awesome but everyone that watched me was horrified. The drama teacher said that if I ever became an actress, everyone would gouge out their eyes and shoot their ears and the entertainment industry would be closed down for good."

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Both of them laughed loudly at the review which crushed Phoebe’s acting dreams.

Subsequently, she added between laughter, "Besides, I have a lot on my plate with the ghosts and the cafe, my job is not the kind anybody can do."

They laughed and jested some more on Phoebe’s short lived acting attempt, soon a shaky smile made its way to her lips as she made a momentous decision to ask about her father and also permission to visit the Moldove founding Academy.

"I would have loved to see it." Edward said sadly.

Each time Phoebe spoke of her life before becoming a Mayfair, regret sank heavily in Edward’s heart. He had missed out on a lot and although he managed to conjure a smile when she told the stories, beneath it all his mind lingered with ’what ifs’ especially because the Gabriel’s had been shitty parents to her.

"I think my teacher kept the tape; she uses it to show others what not to do." Phoebe said.

Edward made his mind up to get a copy of the tape for his private viewing.

"I missed out on a lot so please do not hesitate to tell me more stories about your school days." His face relaxed as the frowns disappeared.

There was brief silence as Phoebe toughened up to open the can of worms, she decided to be very direct about it. "Just like I missed getting to know grandpa, Nana has told me a little about him, but I want to know more about him. I feel like the two of us would have best friends if he was still with us."

Edward ran his fingers through his hair, his father Cillian’s face came to him and his mind was filled with bittersweet memories.

He poked at the papers on his desk, moving them around aimlessly, he knew where this conversation would lead, just as she had her secrets, so did he.

Slowly he replied, "Mother told me that you two took on the task of cleaning up his things in the basement. It was nice that after years of locking it up like an invisible prison, you came along and somehow convinced her to confront her grief and go in there. I don’t know what she has told you, but my father was devoted to us although he spent a lot of time traveling. You are right, he would have loved and adored you daughter."

Edward’s tone was a little defensive, it was because he knew his mother, despite her love for his father resented him for staying away from home often and keeping secrets. Some days or nights, she allowed that resentment to seep through, so he did not know if she had said something to Phoebe.

He went silent, pulling the room into a quietness that only made Phoebe uncomfortable even though her father appeared to be smiling.

"How did he die? I was told that it was an accident, but no one is giving me any details. I cannot help but feel like there is more to that story, father please tell me." Came Phoebe’s question but she regretted it almost immediately for the smile on her father’s face faltered fast, a frown replaced it.

Never had she seen frost in his eyes, the spark was gone and replaced by a glint of anger. "Why are you asking? Is he still lurking around here somewhere? Have your ghost friends seen him in this realm?"

Edwards voice was grave and curt, the warmth had vanished, it was clear that this was a sour topic, and she was not going to get any answers from him.

"He moved on I am certain because otherwise I would feel him, but I just feel like it’s suspicious since no one is willing to talk about the story. " Phoebe avoided his cold gaze at all costs.

Her words were met by silence, she wanted to escape out of the room immediately. Phoebe decided that she would not ask this question again, she would just conjure her grandfather’s spirit.

"Well, there is nothing more to that story, if your grandfather moved on so should you. Some things should be left buried Phoebe, your grandfather is one." Edward’s mildly sharp words were enough to tell her that he would never discuss his father’s death.

Phoebe could have sworn that she felt a chill travel up her spine. What in the world had her grandfather done for everyone to be like this? Was it something bad?