Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Later that evening, men and women of the high class in society, adorned in expensive attires and shiny jewels arrived in large numbers at the Saxon tower to attend Rufus Saxon's thanksgiving dinner.

The timing could have been better given the fact that in the morning, they had attended Gwyneth's funeral. Rufus himself had been there; some people had wondered if the thanksgiving would be cancelled out of respect for the Rowland's given that one family was mourning the death of a daughter, and another was celebrating the return to life of their patriarch.

The thanksgiving was not cancelled and all the families that lived on the founding lane showed up, including representatives from the Rowland family. The Mayfair's were also among those that were in attendance, they could not miss it given the close relationship they had with the Saxon's.

The lavishly decorated ball room on the fifth floor of the tower had been transformed from a dull enormous plain room to a warm and cozy hall displaying photos and mementos that highlighted the sick journey and recovery of Rufus.

They had also included never before seen pictures of Rufus's growth from childhood to adulthood and pictures of the founders of Fog country. Some were hand drawn portraits, others black and white pictures.

Some guests were viewing the pictures and discussing them while others feasted on nutritious meals. Those that were not standing around were dancing along to the slow music which was being played by a live orchestra.

David was religiously sticking to Phoebe's side at the Mayfair's table, if they were not dancing, they were chatting, eating or flirting. At the moment, they were both whispering about some unwelcome guests that had shamelessly showed up despite the controversy surrounding them.

"How embarrassing!" David's lips jutted towards the Mortimer's table, Moria had actually showed up, black sunglasses sat on her face which was covered with heavy layers of makeup. Her body was tense, and she was avoiding people, it was obvious that she did not want to be there.

Her mother on the other hand sat up straight, unapologetic about what they had done. At one point in the night, she tried to speak with Miranda, but the woman dismissed her without a care of who was watching which had made a lot of women laugh or sneer at Celine Mortimer.

His whisper was not so lower which resulted in some people at the table overhearing them and looking the way of the Mortimer's as well.

"Well at least the chat group is going to have a lot to gossip about." Grandma Mayfair raised a glace towards Miranda who nodded with a knowing smile. "Donald Mortimer looks so angry, he doesn't want to be near Celine. Heck all the Mortimer's are feeling out of place."

Jennie's lips came to form a curl. "Those two are not the only shameless people here." She spoke loudly; her words coated with contempt.

Everyone's eyes followed her gaze only to see Dickson who was walking in with the help of crutches, arriving in the company of his mother. His presence was not unexpected given the fact that he was Saxon, so he did have the right to be at the party.

Dickson looked at the Mayfair's and waved as if he was on friendly terms with them. Suddenly, cutlery dropped on plates as some people lost their appetite. Luke went as far as to excuse himself; he had quit smoking years ago but suddenly he had the urge to do so.

"Crap!" Luna cursed; her sharp displeased eyes turned to David who she thought had finished the job.

She did not think that he would kill Dickson, but he could have been injured enough not to show up at the thanksgiving.

Maureen chortled, a short but derisive sound. "I do not know why all of you seem surprised. Dickson is a Saxon, and this is a Saxon party. Uncle Rufus has just recovered, he does not need one grandson killing another before his big party. Now when the party is over, that's a whole different story." She sipped on her wine, fixing Dickson with a steely gaze.

"Did he get in some sort of accident? Why is he walking on crutches?" Andre innocently asked, his gaze moved to David whom he expected to know the answer because he was Dickson's cousin.

Jennie waved her hand lazily. "Do not even get me started, I did not want anyone to know this because he has been marked by everyone in the family but yesterday while I was at the Maddie lady's spa, I run into Margaret who told me that Phoebe had instructed some goons to beat up her son and she was going to sue us. In response I hailed my daughter for what she did after all, he attacked her with a gun." She signaled the server to fill up her champagne glass.

"And what did she say when you told her that?" Edward asked

"A flicker of alarm crossed her face, Margaret seemed genuinely ignorant about what her son had done. She staggered backwards and hurried off to God knows where. I guess Dickson forgot to update mommy dearest on his latest crime."

He was already facing legal troubles for selling a fake vaccine and he had attempted to kidnap an ordinary citizen. Dickson had more problems than he imagined.

Edward sneer. "I have requested Rufus for a meeting between us and the Saxons in which we will settle this issue. I have also invited a few other people that will put the nail in Dickson's coffin. All will be revealed later on tonight, so stay around the real fun will begin after this thanksgiving party ends." His eyes moved to see the time on his wristwatch.

"I just want to break his neck." Collin muttered.

"Get in line." Phoebe mumbled.

The number of people at the party that wanted Dickson dead was staggeringly alarming; he just didn't know it.

He was busy putting on his charming act, speaking to a few of the young women that had come to the thanksgiving in the hopes of netting a Saxon as a husband.

Evelyn came to the Mayfair's table and for a moment, everyone pushed Dickson aside and went back to smiling and interacting with other guests.

Through the party, Phoebe kept getting cold and fierce glowers from Dickson that sent mild shivers down her spine. He was like a demon, just waiting for an opportunity to kill and possess the body of a helpless victim.

Given the chance, he could hurt her again and now she was pregnant. These were the thoughts on her mind when David escorted her to the bathroom.

When she came out, she turned to David feeling the urge to say something, deep lines of worry marred across her forehead.

[I don't think he should stay anymore, what if he hurts the baby?]

The thought hovered over her head, causing David to clench his jaw tightly.

"Nothing bad will ever happen to you or anyone that I care about. I will take care of Dickson, I promise." He assured her by squeezing her hand.

When the main party was done, the guests left except for the Mayfair's and Saxons who were guided to the large living room of the main house. Edward was ready to end Dickson's Saxon privileges forever.