Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 602: Not a case of illness.

From the council headquarters, the Mayfair's returned home to change or grab some things and then everyone spread out in different directions to attend to other matters. Phoebe and her group went straight to the cafe because they had work. They used the back entrance and checked on the ongoing renovations first which were moving along smoothly.

"If the builders keep up this speed, they will be done before winter comes to an end." Grandma Mayfair commented, her smile full of pride. She could not wait to use the bigger and modern kitchen where she could finally have her own working station.

As much as she liked cooking with ghosts, accidents from all the floating food and ingredients were unavoidable every day.

After making sure that everything was up to par, they got to work. The cafe was packed as usual, it was around 11:00am in the morning, perfect time for brunch or second breakfast as everyone in the cafe liked to call it.

Some of the rich ladies of the lane were already in the cafe, sitting in groups and whispering about the people that had been caught in Rufus's net of wrongdoers. They were careful not to mention about death in case ordinary people outside of the founding families got wind of the news and spread it.

Sylvester was churning out the non fat latte's and other drinks at a high speed. Aside from the drinks, a cherry casserole that was on high demand lately in the cafe was also endlessly being supplied out of the kitchen. Sylvester had learned the recipe from another ghost and adjusted it. It was named the Sylly cherry casserole.

Phoebe had yet to taste it so when she entered the kitchen. she dipped a spoon in one for a bite.

"It is good that you are here." Rosset spoke as she entered the kitchen, approaching Phoebe. "Shark came here with a patient whom I believe might collapse and drop dead at any second which is a bad look for a food related business. In fact, I first turned him away until he told me that you told him to bring the sick man here." She pushed a reluctant Phoebe out of the kitchen and pointed at the door to her office. "They are in there and I gave him some tonics to strengthen him, but I do not know if they will help." She walked as she spoke.

"Sylly pudding." Phoebe whined.

"After you make sure that someone does not die here. Like I said, dead bodies in a place where food is sold is not great business." A bell for a new order was pressed and a sticky note fell down.

Rosette turned around and left. Phoebe gave up on the cherry pudding and set her mind on work matters. Maureen had also been informed about the new client, so she followed Phoebe.

Shark rose to his feet as soon as the door was opened, a wide grin played on his face. "Pheebs, I almost gave up on you and thought that I had to drive to the richie rich lane to find you. But do you see what I told you, whatever is going on is not natural. Noah has already regained some color, he says that he is feeling better already, in fact I think that he looks better too. Whatever Rosset gave him is working wonders already. The air in your cafe has done wonders for him." He spoke smoothly, tilting back and forward on the tips of his feet.

Tilting her head to study Noah, Phoebe did notice some paleness on his ashy skin, he looked underweight for a man his age which she knew was fifty-two and his eyes were slightly sunken with dark circles around them.

"Are you not sleeping much Mr. Grant?" Maureen crouched next to him, prying his eyes open with her fingers.

Noah smiled gently. "Is it that obvious? I have honestly been restless. I have been having nightmares about my dead children. I hear voices all the time and my heart is beating so abnormally. I am living in a constant state of fear, and I don't know why." His words frayed on the edges.

The mention of dead children had Phoebe and Maureen trading gazes. It sounded like Noah Grant was being haunted.

"Your children? I need details like age and names, how many children you lost and how they died. Where they were buried and if you buried anything with them." Maureen told him, slipping off her bag and sitting down.

Shifting forward from his seat, Noah's eyes shifted in-between Maureen and Shark. "I do not understand, the detective said that there was something that I had to know about my wife so why is your focus on me and my dead children." He asked, clearly confused.

"Mr. Grant, you must have noticed strange things about yourself. Before your children died did any strange things happen. What changes occurred in your wife's personality." Phoebe asked him, taking over the client that her aunt had taken hostage.

Noah's mouth opened but nothing words came out. "My wife's personality...I don't know. I mean she does get stressed sometimes especially when her business is not going on well which makes her very angry and weird in ways I cannot explain. She just sits for hours in front of a mirror, grinning like a mad woman.

She wasn't always this way, I think it all started when her artists began to leave the company or get caught up in crimes one after the other. The company started going downhill, Eliza began to snap at me and the kids, her lifestyle changed drastically.

She adopted habits that she never had before like smoking, partying and spending nights out. I think she also started having affairs, but I can't prove it. She just started coming home with the scent of different perfumes on her clothes." He sighed with a heavy heart. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"She stopped giving the children attention, ignoring them completely as if they were strangers. Even when the two children became sick suddenly, she did not care and when they died, she did not attend their burials.

All she does is party and drink. Now that things are starting to look up, I thought that she could return to her normal self but no she gets worse with each passing day. I don't know why I stayed with her after the death of our children. I should have left." He narrated his ordeal in a pained voice.

"The children, what happened to them?" Maureen asked again.

"They came down with an unexplainable illness and just became weaker and weaker until they stopped breathing one day. The doctors didn't know what was happening and neither did I. I still don't understand how healthy children just started fading one day." Noah answered, sorrow lacing his words.

Nodding, Maureen made a knowing sound. "This sounds just like what is happening to you I believe."

"Unfortunately, yes, at this point I think that it could be a genetic condition that I passed onto my poor children." He broke off into sobs.

Phoebe placed a box of paper tissues in front of him. "No, it is not, something else is feasting on your vital spark and you will die like your children if we do nothing about it." She laid the bare truth for him.