Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 429: Two options.

Upon seeing Phoebe, Margaret who was still crouching near Dickson’s body broke into a shriek and a sprint, taking everyone by surprise. When they saw the person she was running towards, they were not surprised.

What surprised them was Edward drawing a sword which forced Margaret to stop before she could lunge at Phoebe as she planned to do. This however did not stop the enraged woman from shouting her accusations.

"It’s good that you brought yourself here, security curb her until the police gets here. This witch, I am more than certain that she killed my son, by the time they are done torturing you, you will mention all your accomplices." She shifted her eyes to David then Phillip.

It was not surprising that Margaret suspected Phoebe of killing her son, they were on terrible terms before he died.

Phoebe scoffed. "I wish I had killed him, that bastard did not deserve the life he was blessed with. Sadly, it was not me because if I was to kill him, I would have done it the shamanic way. Knives, guns and other weapons are not my style. And by the way, if I wanted him dead, I would have it long ago," Phoebe raised and lowered her shoulders. "And I would not need accomplices, I alone am enough to deal with one weak beast." She pulled her mouth to one side.

The rage in Margaret’s blood boiled when Phoebe referred to her son as a beast. As far as she was concerned, every misfortune that had happened to her son was Phoebe’s fault. Whether or not she had been involved, she had a role to play and she may not know it yet but she was going to pay heavily for it.

Edward put the sword away and Margaret saw her chance, she moved quickly and raised her hand to launch a slap but grandma Mayfair thwarted the move by striking her hand with a walking stick. She did it with strength and it hit Margaret’s wrist bone.

"Ouch!" Margaret winced; the pain of the impact traveled through her arm. Tears pulled in her eyes, and she glared at old lady Mayfair. She was another party that would pay dearly for Dickson’s death.

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"How dare you try to strike a child that is not yours? My grand baby, do you think that you can bully her in my presence? You should be blaming yourself for raising a perverted son who was probably killed by the women he abused.

His death is your fault, instead of berating and correcting him you condoned his reckless behavior which made him garner enemies everywhere. Almost all of us here wanted him dead as did so many people outside the walls of your tower." She pointed the walking cane at Margaret. "You killed your son."

Margaret’s moist eyes glared at Grandma Mayfair. "How dare you say that to me!! I did not kill my son, either you all did it together or at least one of you was involved. When the police get here, they will identify who did this to my son." She confidently spoke, one arm massaging the one that hurt.

Her eyes moved to Polly. "Why hasn’t the police arrived yet? I told you to call them! Scratch that I will do that myself, I want an autopsy and a crime scene investigation team. All of the CCTV footage from the previous night will be handed over to the police, nobody will escape." She took out her phone and begun to punch in the emergency helpline number.

Grandpa Saxon made a signal to Polly who in turn snatched the phone away from Margaret, threw it on the ground and shot it twice. These actions startled everyone, including Rufus as he had not told Polly to shoot the phone.

"What do you think you are doing?" Margaret screeched, she drew her hand back and slapped one of his cheeks. He held back from retaliating; she was a Saxon after all, and she was grieving.

"There will be no calling of any police or any autopsy or crime scene investigation." Grandpa Saxon announced, his words were met with resistance from Margaret.

The Mayfair’s shared curious glances while the Saxon’s were not surprised.

"What do you mean Rufus? How then can I find out who did this to my son if the police are not invited?" She asked.

Rufus shut his eyes for a brief moment. "This death will not be investigated."

"What? Rufus!" Margaret lamented.

Grandpa Saxon winced. "I care more about people finding out that Dickson died here__, was possibly murdered on tower grounds. Do you know the repercussions of such a thing on all of us? I would also not like the events of yesterday to come to light which they will if the police begin to dig into his death." He answered.

Had this been another Saxon then he would have crossed oceans to find the killer, but Dickson was a monster who he was not willing to lift a finger for nor lose the family reputation.

Rufus’s mind was made up. "You have two options Margaret, one, we will all keep quiet about yesterday’s events and bury your son with the honor of a Saxon not a banished rapist, defiling, killer. In return for protecting his reputation, you will forget about all this and live in repentance for the rest of your life for raising him the wrong way.

Option two, you can go to the police and report but in return I will reveal everything that he did to those girls, and the punishment that was given to him. I will personally let those girls undress before the media and show the public what he did to them and how old each of them was when the abuse happened.

He will be remembered as a monster; people will celebrate his death, and I will use my connections to make sure the case goes unsolved forever. In addition to that you will have to bury him in a public cemetery which I will later purchase and build a public toilet on top of his grave.

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You should know the consequences of going public because those women will name you as your son’s co-conspirator. The shame that he should have faced will be automatically transferred to you. I will throw you out of the tower in disgrace, you will probably be arrested and serve jail time.

Even if your family pulls strings and you are not imprisoned, let us see how you hold your head high during social gatherings. You will never be able to show your face in public and you will run away from this country with your tail between your legs. The choice is yours Margaret. Which life do you want to live?" He laced his fingers together.

From what she had heard, Margaret lost in all scenarios but the last one horrified her, Dickson was gone, and she had to move on with her life and find a chance to avenge him. She also couldn’t afford to go to jail or be chased out of the elite circle.

"Fine! bury him as a Saxon, he would want that at least." Her moist eyes glanced at Dickson’s lifeless body. "I will not say a word of this to the police." She promised.