Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 384: Niece and aunt bonding

The accusation that came from Phoebe did not faze her aunt at all. Instead, she lazily sat in a chair next to the table, a smirk curled on her lips as she continued to study Phoebe who looked at her through narrow slitted eyes.

Maureen was very comfortable, she could so easily do this all day and run circles around Phoebe until she broke. However, she was also quite aware that Phoebe’s mouth was hard to pry open when she didn’t want to talk. After pondering for a while, she decided to bow first, after all their goals were aligned.

"You are like a hungry hippo, chomping down and you just won’t let go. What is your obsession with my father’s death?" She asked curiously, but knowing that she would not get an answer, she just sighed. "Hmmm, I see that you are hungry for answers just like me and you will not end your search for the truth until you find it, indeed you have Cillian’s blood running through your veins. He was as stubbornly persistent as you are, God he was a bullheaded man." She raised her sad eyes to the roof.

Phoebe’s face lit up, as bright as a morning star, to her ears it seemed like her aunt was cracking, she just needed to chip a little more at the shell and it would open. " Aunt, a past door which is not firmly closed can reopen in the future and you never know what will come out of it. I have this feeling that I need to know what happened to grandpa, I don’t understand why everyone walks on eggshells when it concerns his death. You have to tell me the truth about what you know aunt." Her tone was low but demanding.

"Mmm, I don’t like your tone my sweet niece, it sounds a little like you are threatening me. The only thing missing from the end of your statement are the words ’or else’. Tell me my baby, will you run to your father and tell him that I am a guardian?" Aunt Maureen leaned forward and smiled.

Her smile was a little too wide and unnatural, it made Phoebe uncomfortable, it was no wonder her aunt was a guardian, she had a dangerous quality that slept deep beneath the surface, but she was letting a glimpse through. She felt the urge to cough, she did plan to black mail her with that, but she would never tell her father.

"From reading your silence, I believe that was your plan. You do not have to do that I plan on letting Edward know very soon." Aunt Maureen spoke casually like what she was about to do was a walk in the park.

Shock enveloped Phoebe’s face. "Why would you do that? You know how he feels about this issue; he will freak out." Her tone was laced with fear and uncertainty, would her aunt’s revelation divide the family? Whose side would she have to choose, she loved them all.

"Someone has to find out about what happened to father, there so many loopholes in the story, the cause of the accident is not even clear. The higher ups are tight lipped about it, it’s frustrating. If your father doesn’t have the balls to investigate our father’s death, then I will continue to do so." Aunt Maureen spoke through thin lips.

She stood up, walked to an old cabinet, got a whiskey bottle and a glass. Half of the whiskey in the bottle was gone; it had been drunk by Cillian when he was alive. There were ten more bottles of the same brand in his study.

Phoebe listened attentively and watched, waiting for her aunt to settle down. "Aunt, I can help you; I have ghosts that can search for information but first, we need to form some sort of trust between us. You have something I want, and I have something you want, so I suggest that you tell me what happened to grandpa first, then I will tell you of what I know about the keys." She made a smooth proposal

The spirit jumped out of the space. "Are you insane? You cannot go around revealing information about those damn keys." Its tone came out slightly berating.

"I second that, even a preschooler can tell that it’s dangerous, how do you know that we can trust this woman." Connie leaped out of the space and chimed in with her own opinion.

Aunt Maureen’s eyes followed Connie around, she had seen her and other ghosts around her niece a couple of times. There was another one she had never seen but every once in a while, she heard its voice. In her opinion, this young teenage ghost was the most annoying and gluttonous ghost she had ever seen.

"What, you think that I am going to go running to Ravana’s disciples and reveal this information to them?" Her eyes remained fixed on the teenage ghost.

Her words caused Connie to pause. "Y-you can see me. How?"

"She is a guardian; it skips my mind sometimes that they can see you." The spirit explained to Connie who had missed a lot during her absence.

Connie floated to hide behind Phoebe. "Soooo, is she a guardian like the ghost catching kind?" Her voice quivered.

Connie knew that this aunt Maureen was stronger than Amon, if she was caught by her, it would be disastrous.

Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Aunt Maureen smiled warmly at Connie. "I prefer hunting for the bad boys, you know like gremlins, demons, wendigos, zombies, vamps, shapeshifters, hellhounds and the occasional fallen angel." Her eyes drifted around in search of the owner of the other voice. "Where is the other one, why can’t I see her?"

Phoebe’s jaw had already dropped, demons, shapeshifters gremlins, vampires and such creatures, she had heard about but a fallen angel!!!!

She wanted to ask the Saxon spirit about it but the spirit was only focused on Maureen.

"Stop looking around for me, I can only be seen by a chosen few." The spirit folded its arms. "All this time you could hear and see the ghosts, but you pretended not to, why?" Its suspicious eyes roamed all over her.

Aunt Maureen smirked. "I like to mind my business; it is a habit that has saved me from a lot of trouble. Besides, you didn’t seem harmful at all if anything you guys help Phoebe and protect her. Thanks for your hard work by the way." The warm smile continued to exist.

"You are welcome, it’s not easy being Phoebe’s employee, we have to farm and if you look at Sylvester now..." Connie paused when she noticed that Phoebe and the spirit had fixed her with a steely gaze.

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Connie recalled that the space was a secret which she was not supposed to reveal.

"But she rewards us well, Phoebe is the best." She offered a wry smile.

Returning her attention to her aunt, Phoebe pulled a stool along with her and sat directly opposite to her. "Aunt I honestly cannot tell you where those keys are, but I can assure you that they are safe, now let’s get down to business." She nodded her head in assurance.

"So, at the auction that was you?" Aunt Maureen quizzed.