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Chapter 12 The liar and her lies.
It was for this exact reason that Ruthie wanted to send Phoebe as far away as possible. She knew that although the red haired woman had changed her last name, it was just a matter of time before a Saxon discovered who she was. Her only prayer was that Phoebe insisted that she wasn't the woman David was obsessed with.
"Child please am still waiting to get an answer from you and it better be convincing. How long have you known about this Phoebe?" Grandma Saxon was not backing down.
The old woman's frown only got deeper with each passing minute. She was beginning to realize that Ruth Mayfair had been lying to her about something important for a while now.
"Liar, liar pants on fire." The teenage ghost sang repeatedly as it twirled gum around it's finger.
Scanning her head for a believable answer, Ruth opted to bury herself deeper.
"It's not her grandma. I too thought that she was the woman David was
The question forced Ruth to fold her lips and squeeze her eyes shut, she could blame no one but her big mouth. "Well.... what I actually meant was that..." she stammered as words failed her.
With her hand on the cup, grandma Saxon raised the cup to her lips and swallowed the contents that were in the cup ignoring Ruth's meaningless warnings.
The moment she put the cup down, she began to feel relaxed immediately and all discomfort in her body vanished. It was truly mesmerizing, her eyes moved to the cup as she tried to figure out the ingredients that were used to make it.
Even with all the stress reliving supplements she took on a daily that were manufactured by the Saxon group nothing came close to what this young woman had given her.
"Thank you. Is it possible for you to tell me what ingredients you used to make this?" She asked innocently, a small smile made its way to her lips.
"That's a secret." Phoebe commented as she smiled back at the only Saxon who adored her in her past life.
Even though Phoebe adored the old woman too, sharing the recipe was out of the question despite the fact that the Saxon ancestor spirit gave her the recipe.
Her eyes moved to where it was sitting, right next to its relative. Phoebe assumed that it would urge her to share the recipe but it didn't.
She turned her attention to grandma Saxon who was looking at her with a glint of curiosity in her eye.
[I wonder what she's doing here? Did she come here purposely to see me?]
"Sit down dear." Grandma Saxon instructed politely with a big smile on her face after reading Phoebe's thoughts. "Maybe you can help me. I am looking for a red haired woman, twenty four years of age and named Phoebe Gabriel."
On hearing that, Phoebe swallowed hard but remained composed because she had to maintain the façade.
[Crap! oh crap! Why?]
In her mind, Phoebe panicked. With the resources of the Saxons, even if she denied her true identity, the truth would be revealed in no time.
Grandma Saxon chuckled. She was more than confident that this was the right one and she couldn't wait for David to bring her home. For now, she decided to act like a fool since Phoebe was not ready to reveal her identity.
"But unfortunately, you aren't the person I am looking for but am fortunate to have met you. From today I would like you to deliver tonics of my choosing to the Saxon tower." That said the old woman stood up to leave.
[What? No, no way.]
Phoebe's thoughts puzzled the old woman who wondered why she was so alarmed. What was so scary about the Saxon tower?
Ruth hurriedly walked to the old woman and intertwined her arm into the old woman's.
"Grandma I told you that woman doesn't exist." She triumphantly stated and she rushed the elderly woman out of the cafe.