Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

After a long tiring day, Phoebe decided to spend the night at her apartment rather than go all the way back to the Mayfair manor. It was said that there is no rest for the wicked, in her case, there was no rest for the ghost catcher.

When she was about to have dinner, a human client knocked on her door. It freaked her and the ghosts out a little because none of the people in the building ever knocked on her door.

On opening, her eyes fell on an anxious looking young man. His feet were restless as he paced in small circles around, blowing air into his hands as the weather was cold.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hello," he waved nervously, "Are you the ghost lady?"

Phoebe couldn't help herself; she rolled her eyes. Ghost lady was not a name!!

"I am Phoebe Mayfair, the shaman." she answered. Reluctantly, she mumbled, "Yes, the ghost lady. What do you need?"

The young man pointed up to the ceiling, "I am Jackson Kuan in apartment 22 on block C." He run a hand through his hair nervously. "Look, something has been crying in our house for two weeks. Can you take a look?"

Phoebe looked over Jackson Kuan, he had dark circles around his eyes, looked stressed and exhausted, his face was pale and his eyes glassy. There was some residual undead energy around him.

"It's a ghost." The Saxon spirit declared.

"Give me a moment." she sighed and went back into the apartment. After instructing Sylvester to keep the food warm and grabbing her bag, she followed Jackson.

One of the first things she noticed was a wreath outside the apartment door. It was a sign of a recent death in the family. When she entered the apartment, she found five people, all showing sadness, crying or brooding. Like Jackson, they shared the similar signs of being haunted.

"I brought her." Jackson said.

The rest of the family looked at Phoebe with hopeful eyes as if she was the savior come down from heaven.

"Please make it stop." An elderly woman said in a weak voice. "We can't sleep, eat, or do anything. It's always cold and the noise....." she started crying again.

"Who died?" she asked.

"My father." Jackson answered.

Phoebe looked around the room and she saw the ghost which was haunting the family. It was standing behind the elderly woman. Normally, Phoebe would sit down and take her time, but she was tired, and she decided to go straight to the point.

"Mr. standing over there." She pointed at it. "What do you want? State your business and move on."

As if it could tell that the shaman it was looking at was irritated and tired, it gestured for her to follow and led her into the bedroom, pointing to the bed and explaining what was keeping it back.

The Kuang's followed Phoebe, waiting nervously to hear what she had to say.

When she turned around, she said to them, "Your father says that you do need to move away from the apartment or worry about money anymore. This bed was carved out of a special tree, you can get thirteen million if you sell it to a wealthy person that is knowledgeable on antiques." She pointed to an old wardrobe that had maintained a shimmering glow for over fifty years. "The wardrobe can get you six to seven million."

The ghost seemed to be in as much of a hurry as Phoebe was, as soon as she delivered the message, it vanished.

"He is gone." she told them. "If you want your money to last, I suggest that you consider handing it to D.P investments. They will make you wealthy and you will never have to move again."

While Jackson gushed over the bed and his sister the wardrobe, Phoebe excused herself and left the apartment quickly. She did not ask for payment; she was just really hungry.

In her apartment, she devoured her food quickly and went to sleep. By the time David arrived, close to midnight, she was completely out.

In the morning, she woke up to the sight of David, in his boxer delivering breakfast in bed. The breakfast formed the size of a small hill.

[Oh gosh, I hope you did not cook that personally or I will die.] A soft laugh with a trace of unease accompanied her thought.

David knew why she would think that, in the past life he had been a terrible cook. He had once made breakfast for the twins, and it had turned out to be extremely unpalatable.

"Do not worry baby, I have been attending cooking classes because I want to make delicious and nutritious meals for you and our child or children. I will take as many of those cute bastards as you can give me. I hope that we have a full house of red- and white-haired mischievous kids someday." He smiled warmly and urged her to take a bite of the pancake.

The imagination of having many kids running around on her farm or the Mayfair manor forced a smile onto Phoebe's face. She took the fork as her eyes drifted to the tray of food, still skeptical about the taste.

First, she made the sign of the cross with her left hand and sighed as if she was about to walk on sharp glass. Then, she took a sip of milk and went ahead to take a small bite of the pancake.

Her face brightened as she chewed, it was surprisingly delicious. "Oh wow! You are not actually trying to kill me with your bad cooking. This is actually good; are sure you cooked it? What did you put in this?" Phoebe blinked rapidly.

Leaning forward like he was about to divulge a top secret, David whispered. "I added a pinch of cinnamon because you love that herb." He gestured at her to eat more. "So, Maureen told me all about your dangerous adventure in the Silver nation"

David knitted his brows. "A deity Pheebs! This sounds like dangerous stuff. Now, I am really worried about you taking on jobs that could harm you and the baby. Maybe you should stop going out in the field until you give birth." He rubbed her flat tummy.

Swallowing prematurely on hearing his suggestion, Phoebe placed the fork on the tray. "Stop! that is an absolute no. You have nothing to worry about, we are okay, I have protection measures in place. The child can protect him or herself and I can protect our baby too. Besides we have Zephyra and our ghost friends who would rather perish than let anything happen to me." She reminded him.

The frown on his face did not die, and she sighed. "David, I would never stupidly run into danger when without being one hundred percent certain that I will make it out alive."

He sighed, the determination in her eyes was not something he could wear down easily. For the moment, he decided to let it go. Sooner or later, he would bring it back up again.

"Let us discuss something else, tell me about your rebirth, did it come with terms and conditions?" He probed. "And those numbers on your hand."

She continued eating for two minutes straight before letting out a sigh when he wouldn't stop watching her. "This pendant around my neck is a Saxon pendant that your grandmother gave to me in my past life. It is because of it that I was given a second chance at life, I was wearing it when I jumped___, no, was pushed off the building." She paused for breath.