Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 383: Caught in the act.

Shaking her head, America sighed heavily. "About that, I think that the current orphanage manager is overwhelmed since the administration team is yet to be made.

Mr. Phelps is very good, but he has a lot on his hands, he should have informed David a long time ago, but I think he has forgotten or most likely, he is waiting to assess the situation further before involving him, after all the doctors said there was no reason to panic. I think Mr. Phelps should be given an assistant to help him."

Phoebe nodded, she had the perfect people in mind for the positions, people she had met in her last life. "I will inform David of this, treatment for the children should not be delayed. When you leave, go with some tonics and feed them to the children, it will help."

"Shoot." Came Connie’s voice right before the gun was fired and a loud yell made everyone turn around.

Connie looked panicked, her hand trembled and the gun fell out of her hands. "I am so sorry, my finger slipped are you okay Sylvester?"

Sylvester did not look okay, he had fallen to his knees in a weakened state, groaning in pain. Everyone rushed and hovered above him, studying his situation. His body was faint, looking like it was about to fade away.

"I imbued the bullet with magic, you can all see that it works, it drains the energy from any supernatural creature. This ladies and gentlemen is a success!" The Saxon spirit announced excitedly.

She was jubilant, everyone else was horrified and Sylvester was scared, death felt so close, and he was not ready to die.

"Boss..." he whispered.

His voice was weak, he almost sounded like he wanted to cry and he was pleading to be saved. Guilt and despair filled Phoebe’s heart, she crouched near Sylvester and moved her hand to his forehead. She wanted to transfer some energy to him and heal him quickly, but the spirit thwarted her move.

"Do not touch him, we need to know how long the spell on the bullets lasts or how it even works. I will not let him die, trust me, also Sylvester signed up for this willingly. Even though he is scared, he understands the need for the experiment. He will also earn a lot of merit if this is successful because the bullets will save many people, do not ruin this opportunity for him. Let’s go it looks like he will be here for a while." Came the spirit’s order.

Phoebe shot it a piercing unwilling gaze, but she knew that it had a point and if it was for merit, she could not interfere. Sylvester needed all the merit he could gather in order to move on.

She backed away and stood up. "Sorry about the pain." She quietly voiced before leaving the space.

Phoebe could not bring herself to stay, she could not stand to watch Sylvester suffering. If she still couldn’t sleep, she would find other ways to keep herself busy.

The spirit and Connie stayed behind to study Sylvester’s reaction, America also left because she had to tend to the sick children at the orphanage.

As soon as she came out of the space, Phoebe called David to let him know about what America had told her.

"Are you serious? I was there five days ago, and all the children seemed fine. They ate all the candy and ice cream that I took for them except for one kid that was coughing but the doctor assured me that it was an ordinary cough. Dammit! I should have suspected." David hurriedly spoke, his voice was coated with fear even though he had succeeded in creating a vaccine and medicine.

"Its not on you, we did not see it coming." she consoled him, sure that he was racking up guilt points by the minute.

"Pheebs i have to go, patient zero will not make it if his or her treatment is delayed." He hung up the call before she could respond.

Phoebe put down the phone, she was aware of the severity of the situation, so she planned to send more tonics to the orphanage. In the past life a few hundred children had died during the outbreak.

It was so bad that schools were shut down and so were playgrounds, there were lock downs in some districts and the government imposed a curfew. Even though adults were not affected as much, they played a great role in spreading it to their children.

"I hope that David’s vaccine and medicine actually save those little lives, it will be horrifying to see another pandemic." Phoebe massaged her chest which fluttered with unease just as it had been back then.

With no atom of sleep in her, Phoebe moved to the secret basement. She had long wanted to come back after the night she had accidentally found aunt Maureen in there. Rather than twist around aimlessly in bed, this was a better use of her time.

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She was like a thief when she sneaked inside successfully. "Now let’s see, what did you hide in here aunt?" Phoebe reached inside the drawer and pulled out the small box.

It was very identical to the one that was displayed at the auction and the one that was found among the treasures in the cave under the Dewayne stadium. Both of those boxes which contained mystic keys she had never seen were now safely stowed in the space.

She already had suspicions about what the keys were and what they opened.

Instinctively, Phoebe tried to pry the box open knowing fully well at the back of her mind that it was an impossible task. She had tried it with the first and second boxes, but her efforts were unsuccessful.

"Third times the charm." she muttered as she forced her energy into the box, hoping to find an opening.

Surprisingly this box opened with extreme ease, for a second Phoebe was jubilant until it dawned on her that there was no key inside. The glee that had consumed her heart burnt out, like a candlelight that was snuffed out by the wind. She thought that perhaps she had discovered a third key out of the six. She even thought that the odds were in her favor, but she was wrong, apparently.

She rummaged through the rest of the drawers, banging things around as she searched in frustration.

"Where the hell is it?" Came her perplexed voice.

Unbeknownst to her was that Aunt Maureen had been watching her for a while now. She had always retained a feeling that Phoebe would return soon so she usually sneaked down at night to see if something had been touched.

Her efforts had paid off, Phoebe had showed up tonight, Maureen pushed the door open slowly and walked into the study.

"You know about the key, ha! I got you today." Aunt Maureen smiled like a cannibal as she moved closer to study Phoebe’s face.

With Phoebe’s subtitles, if she told a lie the truth would plaster itself on her forehead.

Startled, the box glided from Phoebe’s hands and fell to the floor. Her hand moved to touch her chest; she could feel her heart hammering against her rib cage. "Aunt, you frightened me, My God!" Phoebe inhaled deeply and calmed herself.

Playful curiosity lingered in aunt Maureen’s eyes. "I am sorry that wasn’t my intention dear niece but imagine my surprise when I saw disappointment etched upon your face when you found nothing in the box. That could only mean one thing, that you know about the mystic keys but how?" She paused her movements and fixed her eyes on her.

[That is classified information my dear aunt.]

Phoebe’s thoughts announced themselves as she bent and picked the box. "I do not know what you speak of aunt, I just noticed that it was very similar to the one that went missing at the auction." She lied blatantly as she cracked her knuckles.

"You even know that the box is the same, you little liar. Just be honest, do you or do you not know about the mystic keys?" Aunt Maureen continued to press her.

Shaking her head, Phoebe swore that she didn’t know anything. "I have never seen one."

She smiled mischievously. [Hehe..I have two in my possession as we speak.] Her thoughts betrayed her.

A chuckle came from Aunt Maureen, her niece whose smile gave her an impish adorable look. "My dear niece, you are still lying to me."

Phoebe scoffed. "So were you when you said that you had no idea about what happened to grandpa Cillian. If you want information we should swap." Her tone harbored a slight accusation.