Ignoring the question as a result of intense hunger, Phoebe's greedy mouth and hands concentrated on nothing but the small bowl of creamy ginger carrot soup.
Her grandmother and mother allowed her to satiate herself first, patiently waiting for the bowl to be emptied. With a satisfied look in her eyes, Jennie handed it to a maid.
"Bring the oatal bowl." she ordered.
It was loaded with fresh fruit on top and after thanking her mother, Phoebe started eating, slowly this ti round.
"I have never been inside David's bedroom." Grandma Mayfair looked around. When she saw different pictures of Phoebe on the wall, she was not even surprised.
That boy is really obsessed with my granddaughter, she thought. "So, why did David rush out of here? Does it have anything to do with Dickson's death?"
Phoebe swallowed the berries in her mouth. "I guess you have not heard that the Mortir's are here."
Jennie's eyes moved about in confusion. "Here? Here like in the tower right now"
Phoebe brought another spoonful of oatal with a slice of banana to her mouth and nodded.
Jennie did not like what she heard, not one bit. Like everyone on the lane, she had heard about Moria sniffing around David like a dog in heat. A reconciliation between the two was not good news for her daughter. She clenched her fists and decided there and then to put a stop to whatever evil plot the Mortir's had hatched.
"This cannot be good! I have to know what brings them here and if it is what I am thinking, I will not hesitate to throw fists." She dashed through the door way leaving a gust of wind behind.
Old lady Mayfair turned to follow her but first, she spared Phoebe a glance. "Why are you still sitting on your bottoms? Let us go and assassinate the character of that man stealing Mortir witch."
Phoebe did not need to be told twice, she was tired of the Mortir's, like flies they seed to be everywhere. It was ti to get rid of them for once and for good.
It was surprising to see that half of the entire Mortir clan had co to the tower. They were sitted in Rufus's guest living room on the second floor with the elders from the Saxon family. What was even more surprising was that there were Mayfair's present at this eting.
Collin, Andre, Luke, Edward, Maureen and Jennie that had beaten Phoebe and her grandmother to the living room, all looked a little too comfortable. They were relaxed, sipping tea or wine as if this was their ho.
Phoebe's arrival surprised the Mortir's, and it brought out significant unhappy changes on their faces.
"You have not left yet? When I heard that you spent the night in this tower I could not believe my ears. An unmarried woman slept over at a man's house, hmph! I am not surprised, this is to be expected as a result of your loose upbringing." Celine Mortir's words sounded in the quiet room. "You were raised among the commoners after all."
Miranda hissed through pursed lips. "And who told you that my daughter-in-law spent the night here Celine? Have you planted spies in my ho? The only loose person here is that daughter of yours who doesn't know when to stop chasing after a married man." She folded her arms.
The word married caused a few eyebrows to go up and many eyes to question David who made no attempt to clarify his relationship status. Furthermore, to the disappointnt of the Mortir's, nobody stepped up from the Saxon or Mayfair side to correct the false narrative either.
"If you look at the Mortir history, you would not be too quick to call anyone loose." Maureen comnted.
"That's right." Old Mayfair stomped her walking cane on the ground. "This is a thief shouting thief."
"Or whore shouting whore." Andre snickered.
As so people giggled others scowled and a few wondered what the Mayfair's knew about the Mortir's that the rest of them did not know. In this case, Phoebe was to bla, she had given the Mortir witch's seduction guideline book to her aunt just for a laugh. Her aunt had shared it with the rest of the Mayfair's.
Celine opened her mouth to speak but shut her mouth when her father in law Jericho instructed her to.
Jericho Mortir forced a smile on his face. "I know that this is bad timing since there has been a death in your family Rufus but this cannot wait. How is it possible that your daughter in law says that David is married yet he is betrothed to my grand daughter?" He presented the betrothal paper that had both their signatures.
Rufus was calm, he did not panic like so people expected him to do. First, he brought a cup of chamomile tea to his mouth and took a small sip. Then he put it down and faced his old friend that was now practically a stranger. "Jericho, I heard that you were not feeling well but seeing that you have co to my house to confront you must be feeling a lot better." He took hold of the paper presented.
Shaking his head Jericho Mortir sighed deeply. "Do not let my complexion deceive you, doctors advised to stay ho but this is a matter of urgency. As per our old agreent, your grandson must marry my grandson daughter but he is determined to fight against the inevitable waves. As adults, I believe that we have a duty to set him back on the right path." He twisted his lips.
[What a wicked old man! He is here for money, why not just admit that your family is broke and keeping up appearances.] Phoebe's narrowed eyes studied the old man.
Rufus cleared his throat upon seeing Phoebe's thoughts. He knew the Mortir's were having financial trouble but he did not think they were that deep in the hole. "Why do you still have this Mortir? The children broke off this engagent years ago. You cut my family off because you were furious so why are you here now?"
Jericho Mortir pointed his index finger at David. "That is because your grandson decided to act stupid by calling of the engagent by claiming to be terminally ill. It was a lie we can see that now."
A sneer escaped David's lips. "So Moria never told you that she agreed to call off this sham of an engagent as well?" He stood up and sneered at Moria. "You know what, I am tired of keeping this secret so I might as well put it out there.
First of all her character was poor, she bullied a lot of people and maid others using my na as an excuse.
Two, she had loose morals, we were still teenagers but she went off and got herself pregnant for Quincy Falcon, the son of billionaire Callisto Falcon and current vice president of Eagle country."
He provided paper receipts that confird that information which included Moria's secret son that she gave birth to and her secret wedding. He had printed them out personally as soon as he heard that the Mortir's had arrived.
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