Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Chapter 401 - 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

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."