Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 402: A lost cause.

He waited for the two women to leave but they remained where they were, showing no indication to leave which agitated him a little. Alton’s fingers drummed on the little space on his desk impatiently.

"Is there something else? If you are not going to leave now, then I genuinely hope that you will give my request some serious thought. Help me by returning my wife to me and I will be considered a satisfied customer." His voice was low but very authoritative.

Maureen’s anger climbed up a notch, she could not believe that the man making this request of Phoebe was the same man that was described as nice. Nice people did not ask such heaven defying requests which led to deathly consequences.

She snapped,"You cannot seriously be asking that of my niece Boyd! Do you know the consequences of bringing someone back to life? Hattie will not be the woman you knew, for fucks sake a dangerous and evil supernatural being would come back from beyond in her form which would put other people in danger starting with you." Maureen gave him an education of something he obviously knew nothing about, she wanted to jump over the desk and jolt him back to his senses.

His obsession with his dead wife had crossed from the normal boundary into a sick one.

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As she spoke, Boyd’s neutral eyes remained fixed on her. "So, it seems like you know a lot about this supernatural word, are you a witch? A shaman like Phoebe or an exorcist?" He asked, there was no trace of curiosity in his eyes nor voice to accompany his question. His voice was flat, almost robotic and devoid of emotion.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Maureen shook her head. "What or who I am is not important at this moment, I just want you to understand that your request is unnatural. I am more interested in helping your come out of that dark hole that you have buried yourself in. Tell me more about the thing you said destroyed Hattie."

Her question only compelled him to raise his guard up. "I have nothing to say, it is obvious that you are stopping Phoebe from helping me. You heard her loud and clear that there is a way for me to talk to Hattie which means that there is a way I can bring her back. You have lived in Hartoum and I am sure that you have met people that have been brought back from the other side, everyone that has been to the right places knows it is not impossible."

Maureen became a little wearier, it seemed like Alton Boyd had done his research on the matter, but something had not worked in his favor. Perhaps the right places he had been to had asked for a hefty fee, or he grew cold feet and didn’t dare to do it. Either way, as a guardian she wanted to see where this led.

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"Oh yes I have been to some of those places and believe me when I tell you that most of the people that engaged in such practices met their doom. I implore you Boyd that you refrain from seeking out the same thing from those sorcerers in Hartoum, nothing good will come out of it. You could even lose your life." She warned, her desperate eyes looked at him.

He laughed, a cold humorless sound which made Maureen uneasy. "You said that they met their doom, how do you know that? Was it you that brought the doom? Which identity do you have, some kind of protector of humans? I didn’t know that you had a funny side to you Maureen." Boyd’s lips turned into a smile.

It was not an honest smile, his quizzical narrowed eyes remained pinned on Maureen. To her ears, it almost seemed as if he was digging for information subtly just as she was doing.

"I was not trying to be funny, believe it or not dark magic is dangerous for everyone involved. Don’t go down that path Boyd, it is not a pretty end." She harshly warned, she couldn’t believe that her warnings had come off as a joke to him.

As a guardian she knew well what happened to humans that involved themselves in dark magic practices, they were killed or taken to one of the five prisons.

Boyd cleared his throat and touched the leaves of a potted fairywand herb, "Don’t worry, I would never go down such a path, if I was to do it, I would have done it a very long time ago. I certainly wouldn’t have moved away from Hartoum where sorcerers promise to make such a thing possible.

We would not be having this conversation for sure because she would be with me somewhere in a place where we can be away from the prying eyes of others. This whole resurrection thing was a stupid idea from the start, someone mentioned it to me, and I was tempted to look into it but eventually I was sane enough to understand that it was dangerous." He lowered his head as a disappointed sigh escaped his lips. "If you have nothing more to say then you can leave now, I want to be alone." He rotated the chair until he faced the wall.

A short sigh came from Phoebe, Boyd was not going to the dark side, for now anyway. She also realized that Mr. Alton was more complicated that she originally thought. Their conversation had taken many turns, it escalated and ended on a sad note. There was nothing that she could do for him unless he was willing to accept his help.

Sometimes. it was not just ghosts that were unwilling to move on, humans too could be the same way.

"Uncle Boyd, I apologize for dropping in on you the way we have and resurrecting sad memories. I am going to send you some tonics to help strengthen your body and mind, a talisman to catch bad dreams and a good luck charm. If you ever need to talk about this with anyone, I hope that you will take me and aunt into consideration." She humbly spoke and waited for a response which never came.

Alton Boyd’s attention was no longer on them, it was on the picture on the desk, he was smiling at it.

"Let us go Pheebs." Maureen stood up and began a slow walk out of the office, as soon as they stepped out of Alton and sons herb store, she snorted. "There goes a chance at love." She pointed a finger at Phoebe. "You can stop calling him uncle, I am not getting involved with him romantically, I would be crazy to. He is a damaged man and a lost cause as he wants no help from us. This one is not fixable Pheebs, whatever happened to him broke him." She touched her pocket and brought out a cigarette.

Shaking her head, Phoebe snatched it and tossed it in the nearest trash. "Aunt don’t be sad at the lost chance at love, you know very well that there are more matches for you, better men than Mr. Alton." She said in a comforting voice. "I feel so bad for him; he is not living he is simply existing."

A sad expression marred her features, Mr. Alton had been so helpful to her when she started her business and always welcoming, it was a pity that she could not return the favor.