Rufus Saxon was a man that had some experience in the supernatural world, there many things he had seen and much he had read about or heard of. Phoebe Saxon's peculiarity was not one of those things.

He had never seen the inner thoughts of someone show up on their foreheads their head like movie subtitles, or news headlines perhaps, he could not decide which it was.

His eyes grew so wide that his whites showed, he blinked rapidly trying to process what he had just seen. His wife, Prudence had told him that Phoebe was a special girl, but she had not explained the basis upon which the judgement was made.

He had assumed that she was kind, well mannered, educated, had integrity and such other values but his mind was quickly changing, Prudence, his wife obviously had a different meaning for special. This was probably what she meant, the kind of unexplainable special which was used with air quotes.

Honestly, he was a little bit excited, he wanted to clap his hands and ask her to do it again, but if he did, how would he know what she was thinking?

His eyes shrunk back to their normal size as they shifted from Phoebe to his wife and his eyebrows moved up.

"Sorry we are late there was a situation that we had to deal with." David spoke as he pulled out a chair for Phoebe to sit.

"Yes, we are sorry for the tardiness, it wasn't intentional at all. I am glad to see that you are healthy and hearty elder Saxon, I have been looking forward to meeting you so much." Phoebe added, the warm smile that had grown on her lips remained there.

[Wow! did my tonics do this, I practically resurrected him, I think that I should increase the price, he looks closer to seventy than eighty..or is it ninety? Hmm, I can't tell. But, even at his age, you can see that he was handsome in his prime years. His eyes are not as fierce as they look in that picture of him at a hunting cabin.]

There it is again, grandpa Saxon stared for a while at Phoebe, wondering what triggered the exposure of her inner thoughts.

[Now that he is back, maybe he can nip Katherine's theft in the bud before the Saxon group is hit with a lawsuit.]

Grandpa Saxon blinked, where was he back from? Also, what had Katherine stolen?

"Ahem!" grandma Saxon cleared her throat and pinched her husband's thigh, breaking him out of the daze he was under.

He smiled gently at Phoebe. "Oh no dear, you cannot call me that when you are going to marry my grandson in future! Call me Grandpa or gramps or one one those fancy names you young people use these days."

He was very welcoming, something Phoebe never expected. She never got to meet him in the past life but she heard people describe him to be an uptight and reticent person. Something felt off to Phoebe, the call me gramps part, she had never once in all the years she spent in the Saxon tower had one person refer to him as gramps when they talked about him.

[Did my tonics alter his stern personality, I did not fry his brain, did I? Wait, have I made him fun? Why does he think that I am marrying David, do they want to kidnap me the way Collin kidnapped Shanna?]

Grandpa Saxon chuckled softly, he found Phoebe both adorable and ridiculous in her thinking.

"Pheebs?" David placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed her hand a little, his move brought her back to the real world.

"I am sorry am I wrong? David's mother told me that you two are getting married anytime soon." Grandpa Saxon's quizzical eyes studied both of them.

"Gramps we are only just started seeing each other....." David began to speak but was suddenly interrupted by his grandmother.

"But they are so compatible and we believe that their relationship is heading in that direction, right my dear?" Grandma Saxon winked at Phoebe, she made other signals to deter her from saying otherwise.

"If everything goes well then I do not see why not." Phoebe lied blatantly as she raised a glass of water to her lips. She decided to play along because Grandpa Saxon had just recovered from long term illness, any unpleasant news might affect him in an unknown way.

David on the other hand went dead silent, Phoebe had already mentioned that marriage in this life wasn't part of her plans, he knew she was saying this for his grandfather's health.

"Prudence here tells me that we should give you time to get to know each other but you can still do that while married." Grandpa Saxon coughed and sipped on some water. "I will wait but not too long, soon I will have to meet with the elders in the Mayfair family to discuss this properly."

David almost chocked on a salad, his response got Grandpa Saxon suspicious. "You better not play with this girl David, I was very disappointed when you broke off your engagement with Moria, that poor girl had to leave the country because of the solo decision that you made. The Mortomers who were once our good friends now turned into enemies!" Grandpa Saxon hissed through pursed lips.

He had heard about a lot of things that had occurred when he was bedridden, among which was the fact that David had become a playboy, that would never have happened if he was healthy and well. Now that he was back, David was to settle down whether he wanted to or not.

"Gramps Phoebe is the only woman for me, marriage or not. As for Moria, she was not the right woman for me, she went around using the Saxon name to bully others. I do not regret breaking off that engagement which I never agreed to by the way and I am glad that circus ended." David's eyes met those of his grandfather with familiar stubbornness.

Grandpa Rufus reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Phoebe....Pheebs is it?" He asked as he placed it on the table on her end. "I cannot thank you enough for those tonics and herbs, they are something else. Are you sure that you do not want to join the Saxon group? Was the offer too small, I can increase it." His hopeful eyes stared at her.

Phoebe's eyes brightened when she opened the box, inside was a set of pink diamond studs.

[Oh my! These are gorgeous]

She thanked him for the gift. "Grandpa the recipes to my tonics are not something that can be bottled and produced easily in a factory somewhere. Moreover, they are an inheritance for my children, as for working for the Saxon group I will decline again."

Her answer only made him laugh. "But my dear, those children will be Saxons, you are only delaying the inevitable in my opinion. I don't understand your thinking but I will not pressure you, I am just grateful for your help, this is a small gift from me to you.

I intend to send more and I hope that you do not reject them. If I count Valerie, you have saved two Saxon's so far so you deserve this and more."