Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 401: What happened to Alton’s wife?

The room plunged into an uncomfortable silence; Maureen was aware that they had no legitimate reason to ask Boyd about his wife. If he threw them out like an unwanted guests, it would not surprise her.

Phoebe was feeling awkward as well, after all, Boyd had never asked for help in dealing with the matters concerning his dead wife. This was similar to an ambush, and she did know anybody that liked to be ambushed.

Alton Boyd secretly clenched his fists, his usual sunny smile faded, and his face became frosty. He had no idea why the two Mayfair women had picked interest in his deceased wife. It was not a chapter that he liked to divulge into.

"With all due respect, I do not think that you two have anything to say about my wife." His tone was polite but less than friendly. Obviously, he wanted the conversation to be concluded even though it had barely just begun.

Maureen was not very good at dealing with grieving people, she was more of a woman of action and her response was quite direct. "No offense Alton but your wife is dead. Why are you still holding on to her like she might just walk through the door and fall into your waiting arms." She waved her arms with a flailing motion. "You set a place for her at our table when we were having dinner as if she was there with us."

Phoebe wished that she could fly over and zip her aunt’s mouth, her reckless words were not going to get them the desired result. Alton was going to throw them out if it continued like this.

Alton did not hide the anger in his eyes and voice, he saw them as busy bodies that were prying into the deepest and most painful parts of his life.

"Maureen like I told you last night, I am not going to explain to anyone about the matters which concern my wife, ever. They do not concern you or anyone else, I met you because of Phoebe’s insistence and I apologized for what happened at the date.

Just because we ate one meal together doesn’t mean that I owe you any answers. So, if the reason why you came here is to pry into my personal affairs, I am sorry to inform you that it is a wasted journey." He spoke through clenched teeth, when he was done speaking, he leaned back and folded his arms.

Just when her aunt was about to counter his words, Phoebe lifted one hand to stop her, she had already done more than enough it was her turn to take the wheel.

"Uncle Boyd, forgive my aunt’s delivery approach on such a sensitive matter, to be honest we are not here to pry because we want to gossip or make you uncomfortable. You are a good person, you deserve to be happy, all I want.... all we want is to help you recover from this heart break but first we have to know what happened to your dead wife." Phoebe paused and looked around as if in search of something.

She suspected that his dead wife’s ghost could be lingering around here since Boyd Alton was clinging on to her like a mad man. "This is not just good for you, but it is also good for your wife. You know that I am a shaman, and I can help her move on, I need to check your home maybe she is stuck there, I heard from someone that she fell sick and died from home.

If you are okay with it, we can go there and see if her ghost is still around. I am not doing this so that you can date my aunt, I am looking out for you." Phoebe chose her words carefully, the last thing she wanted was to rattle him or have him shut down.

"My wife cannot be a lingering ghost; it is not possible!" He protested strongly, his voice quavered. "Not the way she died! It just was not normal; I watched that thing destroy her until it just was not her anymore." He laughed lightly, then the laugh transitioned into uncontrollable sobs.

Maureen and Phoebe exchanged knowing gazes; he wouldn’t have said those words if his wife had died a natural death. Their suspicions about his wife’s death could be considered to have been confirmed. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

He had his head lowered in his hands so they could not continue questioning him for a while, they decided to wait for the tears to dry up temporarily.

Connie jumped out of the space while they were waiting. "My brother is back with so many goodies." She flaunted the freshly opened candy packet.

"Not now Connie!" The Saxon spirit yelled, waving its hand and sending Connie back to wherever she jumped out from.

Phoebe and Maureen had their undivided attention on Boyd Alton. He had gone from loud sobs to sniveling, it seemed like he was about to compose himself and they could finally have a good conversation. When he seemed to be returning back to his calm self, Maureen spoke first.

"Boyd, I know that it’s hard, but you have to deal with the past so as to move forward, please tell us what happened to Hattie." Maureen had learned the name on the date as Boyd mentioned it every other minute, telling her all about the things his wife loved.

She looked at the only thing on the table, which was not a plant, it was picture of a couple, Boyd and Hattie. Her eyes lingered on the beautiful honey blonde haired Hattie. In the picture the couple and their dog were on a yacht, they looked very happy together.

He laughed dryly, " There is no help that you two can give to me now, any help I needed was before my Hattie died in Hartoum." He muttered slowly.

Alton’s voice was raw with pain, and his words sounded harsh, he looked angry and Phoebe could not understand why. Instead, she lingered on the where Hattie had died.

"Hartoum?"

Phoebe shook her head slightly in disbelief, what were the odds. " You lived in Hartoum? So did aunt Maureen!" She exclaimed.

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Nodding his head, Boyd sank back in the chair, allowing it to swing back and forth. "Yes, she mentioned it last night, all the memories from that place good but mostly bad came flooding back." He leaned forward and looked at Phoebe, the expression in his eyes was unreadable.

"You are a shaman, I have heard people praise you, some say that you have enabled them talk to their loved ones beyond the grave. Is it true?"

Phoebe nodded eagerly, if that was what it took for Boyd to move on, she could do it. All she had to sacrifice was some of her energy.

"I can help you with that, we can go back to my cafe and do it immediately." she offered with happiness.

Boyd shook his head, dampening Phoebe’s enthusiasm. "That is not what I need, I do not need to talk to her, I need her back. Can you bring her back to life?"

Phoebe froze, and so did Maureen, what Boyd was asking for, she could not do. There were some people in the supernatural world that practiced necromancy, they could bring the dead back to life. However, what came back was never truly the original person.

Boyd cackled and stood up, "As I guessed, you cannot help me, please show yourselves out. Let’s not meet for this reason ever again."