Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 466: A promise is a debt.

Phoebe watched the ghost, blown away by its brazenness for crossing into her territory. Was its desire for George Osbourne so great that it ignored the talisman at the door which warned all ghosts that a powerful shaman lived inside the manor?

"So, what is our guess, virgin ghost with unfilled desires? Ex-girlfriend that has not let go of her boyfriend? Victim haunting the one that caused her to die?"

"It's not talking, I tried." The Saxon spirit responded. "But I am determined to find out." It vanished away to search for the answers which they wanted.

After a few last words to Minka and resurrecting her dead hope of having babies, Phoebe found her way to old man Lee. He was sitting alone, enjoying the soft music that was coming from Luna's singing. It was supposed to be ordinary karaoke, but Luna had brought a band and decided to put on a full show for the few guests at the dinner.

"Grandpa Lee, it is nice to see you again." Phoebe's voice chimed with glee.

Adjusting his glasses that sat at the bridge of his nose, grandpa Lee smiled warmly upon seeing who it was. "Oh, look who it? If it is not Cillian's only granddaughter. Your grandfather would have loved to meet you, he would be bragging so much about having such an intelligent and beautiful granddaughter and keeping all of our grandsons away with a shot gun."

Old man Lee was more than certain that if Cillian had been alive, David would not be living in the Mayfair manor. He would have shot him down and run him off with dogs for daring to covet his only granddaughter.

He whispered in a low and sorrowful voice. "I miss that cranky old bastard."

Then, he raised his glass up, toasting to his old friend. Life had certainly been lonelier without him; fishing was not the same anymore.

Phoebe chewed on her lower lip. "Actually, I have been meaning to come and talk to you some more about that grandpa Lee. I know that we have talked about my grandfather Cillian before, but I still want to know more about him. Lately, I find myself missing him so much despite the fact that I never even met him. Will you tell me more stories about him?" She pouted her lips a little.

Old man Lee knew what Phoebe was up to, he was ready to turn her down when she grabbed onto his arm, looked into his eyes and batted her eyelashes. Her eyes were moist as if she was about to cry at any moment.

Dammit! I can't make Cillian's granddaughter cry, he thought. His old friend would have skinned him alive for causing his precious granddaughter misery. Covering his wrinkled hand over hers, grandpa Lee gave her a rueful smile.

"Cillian was my best friend, there is no one that knew him better than I did, except maybe Rufus. I will tell you as much as I can about him, so whenever you have time come to the Lee manor. I will tell you everything that you want to know." He tapped her hand gently.

Phoebe's brows raised high up, and she let go of his arm with a smile on her face. "Everything? Do not forget you said that grandpa, no more hide and seek." She warned dramatically for she planned to ask him about her grandfather's death. For now, she decided to ask random questions to make him comfortable. "Mimm, if he could have personally named me, what name do you think he would have given me?"

"Angel, Angela, Celeste, Gabriel, Evangeline or Seraphim."

Phoebe giggled a little. "My grandfather liked angels, huh."

Old man Lee nodded, "Your grandmother named Maureen, so Cillian lost out on that one but for his granddaughters and great granddaughters, he had a list of names ready and all of them were angel related."

"Why?"

Old man Lee's eyes twinkled as he recalled something and he said with amusement in his voice, "Believe it or not, Cillian once had an arch nemesis that was of the angelic kind." He folded his lips and laughed nervously.

Phoebe quickly asked another question. "I like strawberries, did he like strawberries?"

She played around like that and got to pull some answers out of him. It helped that he was partially intoxicated. After her conversation with old man Lee, Phoebe found herself engaged in another conversation with grandpa Saxon.

Just as he had been doing lately, he requested that she once again to visit the tower for a private conversation. Phoebe wondered why he was so persistent about her going there, nevertheless she promised to do so like she had done many times before.

"Make sure that you do, it is important." Grandpa Saxon urged. He had a lot of questions swirling in his mind about Phoebe, him seeing her thoughts, her ability to conjure a powerful storm, her possession of extraordinary magic items.

He was also worried about her intentions and reasons for getting involved with David. Was it because of her yin body? She was a mystery he was determined to solve.

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Phoebe escaped his intense gaze and joined the women who had gathered around Luna, cheering her on like fans. Even Jennie was applauding, the relationship between her and Luna had come along way.

Luna was singing one of her most famous songs. When she was done, she moved to hug Phoebe.

"Is it just me or have we taken long without seeing each other?" Luna's hug got tighter by the minute. She squeezed Phoebe as if she was squeezing a soft teddy bear.

Phoebe laughed softly. "If you squeeze any tighter, I will pop or go out of breath." Phoebe tapped her arm.

On hearing her words, Luna relaxed the hold she had of her. "Sorry, it's just that you are my favorite human."

"More than Luke?" Phoebe sighed dramatically.

Luna nodded and both of them laughed. Luna had moved back briefly to Magic city because her grandmother had passed on last month. The Mayfair's were the only founding family to attend the funeral. It made the news and officially worked as the public announcement of Luke and Luna's relationship.

"Join me." Luna pulled Phoebe and handed her a microphone. The simple birthday quickly turned into a sing and dance party. Everyone wanted to show off their skills.

After the guests left, old lady Mayfair wanted the party to continue, she wanted to celebrate Maureen's engagement despite everyone's protests, and they wanted to go to bed.

Phoebe sneaked away and went to her aunt's bedroom, she could not help feeling that for someone that was newly engaged her aunt didn't seem excited.

"Aunt? Are you sleeping already?" She lightly knocked on the door.

The door swung open just when Phoebe was about to knock the second time. "Like as if I can even sleep after the unwelcome shocking surprise." Maureen gestured for her niece to enter.

"You do not seem too thrilled; I could tell that you were not pleased. What is it that is bothering you?" Phoebe wiggled around and found a comfortable spot on the bouncy bed.

Letting out a pronounced sigh, Maureen sat by Phoebe's side. "I do not know Pheebs, I feel like we are rushing things. Boyd is still in recovery, I think he still loves his dead wife...not love, obsessed. He got rid of all her pictures and won't talk about her. It is as if she did not exist at all.

To me, that is denial, I can't tie my life to a man like that. What if he relapses then what? I will have to live with an emotional damaged man for the rest of my life, ha!" She fell back; her eyes fixed upon the ceiling.

"Who said that you marry him tomorrow? You can drag this until you get comfortable marrying him, you can drag it until you are eighty. I suggest that you talk to uncle Boyd about taking things slow and if he refuses, give him his ring back and leave the country for a while to avoid grandma. Marriage is not by force aunt, sometimes it's a grave one should not enter." Phoebe advised.

The spirit nodded. "Good advice child."