Gwyneth's story had been spread rather far, in the group, thousands of people were comnting, and the issue was just gaining heat.
With or without the Rowland's stepping out, the matter would surely hit the news the following day and it was going to be bad__, for Theodore mostly.
"Soon he will be thrown out with nothing which is deserving of him after all, he was dirt poor when he joined the Rowland family." Jennie continued to scroll through the chat page. "Let just say that I am so relieved that our Pheobe has David, and she will not fall prey to bastards like these."
Aunt Maureen slamd the sofa armrest lightly. "That bastard! he should end up in prison, there has to be a charge that can be levied against him. Sothing like walking around with a fake face which he used to defraud us all. I cannot believe that I once thought he was my ideal man. That heifer of a tutor he had an affair with should be punished too. I just cannot fathom the fact that her son knew everything and remained silent." Disbelief etched on her face
Raising an eyebrow in disdain, grandma Mayfair laughed dryly. "My dear an apple does fall far from the tree; a crooked mother birthed a crooked son. This will surely make all the founding families screen spouses of their children more carefully." Her face lit up suddenly as she turned her head to her daughter. "Speaking of spouses, Maureen you were yet to tell about your date before that demon Margaret interrupted us. How did it go, should I start booking a wedding venue." She raised a question.
Maureen pulled her head back; her face was filled with alarm. "Mother, one date, I went on one date!!"
Grandma Mayfair was not deterred. "So...Allie Darling knew her husband for thirty minutes before they got married and they are forty years into that marriage. Your date lasted two hours, that is enough ti to know if you want to spend your life with him."
Maureen groaned; she had heard the Allie Darling story at least one hundred tis.
"Mother, how did you know that my date lasted two hours?" she questioned.
Jennie gestured at Phoebe that they should disappear, this argunt between mother and daughter would go on for a while.
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Later at night, Phoebe laid in her bed wide awake. She sighed and pushed the bed covers back because she was restless, it was another night of sleeplessness. Her eyes moved to the clock for the tenth ti, it was so minutes after midnight, ti was really moving at a snail's pace.
The Saxon spirit could not stand her endless sighing, so it suggested that they move to the space to train or better still experint with the magic bullets and Phoebe agreed.
When they entered the space, Phoebe noticed that it was bigger and lusher with matured herbs and trees of different varieties. The air was fresher, with the fresh herb sll which was only second to that of new money.
"Boss," Sylvester called out.
She turned her head and saw all of the ghosts, including Connie and Arica who she did not expect to see.
"Hello Arica, is everything going on well at the orphanage?" Phoebe asked casually as she studied the space so more.
A mineral deposit had appeared, her eyes widened on seeing the huge gold mountains.
"I have my own gold....haha, I am rich!" She exclaid abruptly; her eyes glinted with dollar signs. How much would be in her bank account after selling all that gold.
She would beco Fog country's richest person; she was lost in dreams and her shoulders and feet danced for joy.
[Take that founding families]
The spirit was already in the know of what she was thinking. "Ha! You cannot sell as much as you want at will.
Even though it is sitting on an eternal vein and will never run out, there are still rules for its use, you can only take as much as it decides you need, no more and no less."
Her happy expression turned into ine of confusion. What the hell did that an? Did it translate to she could not take the gold out whenever she wished. Of what use was it then? Was it ghost gold or sothing?
"Pheebs, are you still here or are you floating on a cloud?" Connie's fingers rummaged through a cup of caral popcorn.
Phoebe shook her head lightly as her senses returned. "What? I an where were we?"
"You asked Arica about the orphanage and then quickly shifted your attention to the gold without even listening to her response, how rude!" Connie comnted, her tone was slightly berating.
Arica let out a light chuckle and waved off Connie's words with a flicker of a finger implying that she was not offended at all. "Anyone would be dumbfounded to see a mountain of gold. Imagine what would happen if so of the greedier founding families found out about this space? They would kill to own and control it." She sipped on the churro frappuccino that Sylvester had served her. "Oh, this is so good."
In response Sylvester twirled around happily, he had spent a lot of ti perfecting the taste. "Boss Phoebe you should try so as well, we cannot introduce this to the beverage nu without your approval." He handed her a cup from a tray which had three more similar drinks.
With all eyes upon her, Phoebe couldn't help but feel pressured, she only hoped that she liked it as much as Arica did. Her nostrils caught the cinnamon sll, it was strong
"Goodness!" Her eyes flickered brightly. "It's very delicious and the aroma is mind blowing." Phoebe asked.
Sylvester squealed with glee. "It's the cinnamon, it cos from the space here."
Phoebe nodded slowly as she sipped through the large black straw. It was delicious, she was sure that it was going to be a best seller.
"I just know the richies as Rosette has taken to calling our wealthy clients are going to find a way to ask if there is a non-fat, sugar free option that tastes exactly like this but with less calories."
Connie and Sylvester laughed, they could already hear Rosette's voice and imagine the horror on her face when soone did actually make such an order.
"Does this an that you approve?" Sylvester asked eagerly, his eyes shimred with anticipation.
Phoebe smiled warmly and nodded and so did everyone else. "You have outdone yourself once again Sylvester, I don't know what the cafe would do without you."
He bead with pride, and got himself a drink as well, he could not be the only one not enjoying his own creation.
Phoebe anwhile turned to Arica. "So, how is the orphanage, is there anything lacking that I can contribute?"
A small hesitant frown appeared on Arica's face. "Honestly everything is good, but half of the kids are sick, they have co down with this cough, it's like a croup but worse.
The stay in doctor said that there is nothing to worry about but patient zero now has more symptoms like fever and labored breathing." She explained her observations as the frown deepened. "He now thinks it's a variant of whooping cough, but he has to conduct more tests."
Phoebe's back stiffened, could it be that the cough outbreak had already began and they had no idea?
"Does David know about this?" Phoebe asked, genuine concern laced her voice
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