Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 359: More secrets on top of others.

Phoebe thought that she was the only that had noticed the fact that there was something deeper to her grandfather’s death but she was wrong.The Saxon spirit pointed it out as well.

"He or they are hiding something." It said.

"You usually know everything, why haven’t you figured it out? She quizzed it.

"I have been sleeping for close to a century, I don’t truly know what has been going on in the founding families in the last few years. The only person who will probably tell you anything no matter how small will be his sister, your aunt." The spirit communicated inwardly.

Phoebe’s mouth twisted and she shook her head, when she thought about her aunt, she thought about the strength she had displayed and her job as a guardian. If anybody had lips that were sealed tighter than a bank vault, it was her aunt. otherwise the rest of the family would be in on her guardianship.

"I doubt that, remember that I already asked and she didn’t tell me anything of substance." Phoebe quietly responded, her face marred with disappointment.

The spirit’s eyes locked in contact with those of Phoebe. "That was before you had leverage, use what you have to get what you do not have."

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It’s words had Phoebe blinking rapidly, she scanned her mind in search of the leverage but it dawned on her that it was aunt Maureen who actually had something that she could use against her. "I cannot push her because she could tell everyone that I was attacked by men that worked for a warlock that harbored a grudge against me, everyone including my parents would dive into a frenzy and wrap me in a bubble called Mayfair manor."

It dawned on Phoebe that overtime, she had truly changed after her rebirth. Her original self would have said no to the blackmail suggestion, now she was the kind of person that did not mind a little blackmail as long as it got results.

The spirit pushed its mouth to one side, it couldn’t stop blaming itself for what had happened in it’s absence, luck was on their side because aunt Maureen happened to be there but if she had not, who knows what would have happened.

It was time to put physical training on the menu for Phoebe, she could not just train spiritually.

"I am sure she knows the truth, her eyes were just like dad’s when I asked." Phoebe said.

"All the more reason to press her, yes she may tell everyone about the attack but we will do damage control if she does but as for now you hold a higher bargaining chip. She would not want anyone knowing that she is a guardian, use that." It’s face transitioned to become more serious.

Phoebe’s eyes widened as an exasperated sigh escaped her. "I really can’t believe that I am considering this and you are seriously advocating it. I don’t know if using the weakness of a family member against them is the right thing. This guardianship thing is very sensitive, do you remember what old man Rufus said about Mayfair’s becoming guardians, he said grandpa Cillian did not want his descendants involved."

"And yet you want to associate yourself with them." The spirit raised its brows, before meeting her real family Phoebe was unstoppable and cold as long it concerned her job and her life. Nothing stood in her way then, but now, she had to put a lot of people’s feelings into consideration.

Old Phoebe before the Mayfair’s would be in Moldove academy by now or she would be a member of a sect. Hell, se would be a guardian in training.

A sigh of frustration came from Phoebe. "Aah! I really want to know what’s in that school, I want to take their blood line crystal whatever test. Even if the crystal rejects me, I would have tried at least and I would not live my life wondering what if.

I want to become as strong as those flying guardians that look like superheroes. I need to be stronger than the strongest guardian, who knows when Ruth and her helper will pop up? I have to learn to use my powers to the fullest potential before then and yet I am weaker than aunt Maureen." She sank back in the chair and released a weary sigh which drew her father’s attention to herself.

"Your aunt has been at this job for at least twenty years and in training for longer, since childhood if I have to take a guess. You have been training for less than a year, you cannot expect to catch up to her in an instant." The spirit consoled her. "If we take short cuts, you will get there faster."

Phoebe moved her body and she laid down on the couch sighing sadly, continuously. She had forgotten that she was still in her father’s office.

"Is something else bothering you?" Edward asked. His voice jolted her quickly out of her thoughts.

She turned her head his way and sighed again. [I don’t think you would want to know, it will only make you angry. I might as well keep it myself.]

She shook her head and smiled but her thoughts as always were visible, the words cut Edward like a knife, he wanted to be close enough for her to confide in about anything no matter how inconvenient it was.

He could not help thinking that she was drawing the line between them because of the way he had spoken to her earlier. He had not meant to be so stern and cold with her, it just came out of him when the subject of his father’s death came up.

Edward took off his rimless glasses and rubbed his closed eyes with his fingers and then wore them again while making an apology. "Listen sweetheart, I must have sounded rude earlier yet you were only worried about your grandfather and I apologize for the way I came off. However, please lets leave grandpa to rest, it will be better for all of us, I am trying to protect you. I hope you can understand me." A rueful smile tugged on his lips.

He watched her with apologetic eyes but there was not much he could do, he didn’t want his daughter to dig deeper into the issue, God forbid if something terrible happened to her like it had done to his father. Magic was good, but it was also bad and dangerous, he could handle Phoebe helping ghosts but the rest like guardians, Moldove academy, sects and the rest, it was a no.

She and the spirit exchanged gazes, unintentionally Edward had given her a hint by saying that he was trying to protect her. It made her even all the more curious, what had her grandfather done or what was done to him that warranted protection from? Phoebe wanted to dig deeper even more into Cillian Mayfair.

A joyful smile grew on her lips, she turned her body to face him.

"I totally understand father, I will not ask about grandpa anymore, I want to talk about something else, Moldove founding academy?" Her pretend clueless eyes stared at him innocently like she didn’t already know that he did.

Edward’s index finger moved to pull the glasses forward, they perched at the bridge of his nose, and he clenched his jaw. The relief he had felt when she said she would not ask about her grandfather anymore faded and anger returned like a punch to the gut. It was not directed to her but whoever had brought this information to Phoebe.

"Who have you been talking to? Did someone tell you all this nonsense? Was it uncle Rufus? You recently had dinner with him, and it cannot be Maureen she wants nothing to do with that school just like me." His overly suspicious eyes demanded for answers.