Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 614: What is your connection?

Silence took control over the vast room, two breaths passed, and no one said a word but rather some looked at Phoebe like she had gone insane while others gawked at Ruth who stood still__trembling like she was suddenly standing in a den of angry lions.

Phoebe was right about one thing; Ruth was regretting the reason as to why she had come for the dinner. She was also wondering how her identity had been figured out so quickly. Her face had changed; she had a new name and an identity that was foolproof. Even the magic being used to track her had been tampered with by the master.

The only loose end she could think of was Ophelia. That bitch maid must have said something when she was captured. She had grown into a habit of bragging and running her mouth ever since she was given some money and officially made one of them.

Dammit! We should have killed that bitch instead of recruiting her, Ruth cursed in her mind.

As the seconds stretched, a tense and awkward silence continued to boil. Underneath the table, those that had long wished to rip Ruth apart started pulling out their hidden weapons. Maureen was not even going for the kitty knuckles; she had a fan and her moon fang blade ready to go.

The silence in the room was finally broken by one loud shrill voice. "Ruth!" Margaret said the name, letting out a hearty laugh. She had not heard of something that ridiculous in a while. "That is not possible, this is Clarisse Taylor! I know her inside and out__where did you get this stupid theory from? This is why I hate the founding lane gossip mill. You guys will just say anything!" She dubbed the edges of her eyes_giggling still.

Nobody responded to Margaret, they just continued staring at Ruth in a way that made her uncomfortable. She could feel every one's gaze pinned on her, scrutinizing her. It felt as if they were stripping her naked, for some reason she could even feel eyes poking into her soul. If that was possible.

She realized that it was not going to take long for them to figure out that she altered a lot of parts on her body, but it was still her. She had only altered her face; some features of her body were still the same. People that had known her for so many years like the Mayfair's might pick up on those similarities.

It was time to deny...deny....deny. Use Katherine as an aid and finally escape before anyone got too close or before David and Phoebe got their hands on her again. "This woman is insane! Who is this, Ruth? And why would you think that I am her?" She spoke boldly but the confidence on the inside was crumbling.

"Now that you mention it, her voice does sound similar to that of Ruth." Jennie shot to her feet and charged towards the young woman she once considered to be her daughter. She did not pause__just ripped Ruth out from behind Bradley's back where half of her was hiding.

Jennie took her time scouring Ruth's body with a long, inquisitive look. While she was doing so, Ruth's heart was racing so fast, and she had the urge to puke. She was wondering if taking Jennie hostage was an option. It would ruin the master's great plan, but it would save her life.

Letting go of Ruth's trembling hand, Jennie released a scoff. "I was her mother for more than twenty years and I gave her baths until she was twelve."

"No, make it until we threw her out." Grandma Mayfair shouted out a correction. "She was always faking illness so you would give her baths even when she was all grown up."

Jennie nodded, her lips drew a firm sharp angry line. "That is true, so I know every inch of her body. Even with all this plastic surgery I can assure you that Phoebe is right and it is her. This is Ruth." Her voice was a whip crack of venom, lips curling into a feral snap.

Gasps of shock erupted amidst those that were watching, waiting for Jennie to confirm the woman's identity. Nobody knew her child more than a mother that had raised that child.

Murmurs traveled through the room, questions were raised. "I can't believe this. What happened to her? How is she Bradley's daughter?"

Nini Saxon snapped a picture and sent it her friend Alissa. Valerie did the same and she sent the picture to Missy Castille.

Ruth used a hand to cover her face because she felt uncomfortable.

"How dare filthy scam like you set foot in my house! Do you have no fear at all?" Rufus clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles became white.

Ruth shook her head. "I am not her! I cannot be her my name is Clarisse Taylor. You have made a mistake; I am Clarisse Taylor. Clarisse Taylor. Clarisse Taylor!" She said over and over.

Her nasal voice angered Jennie who wasted no time in launching a slap that landed hot_on Ruth's cheek. All she could think about was the horrible things that Ruth had put her family through. "I cannot believe that you are brazen enough to come after my children, you ingrate! After all we did raising and pampering you." She raised her hand to smack her again, but the move was thwarted by Bradley who held her hand.

"Mrs. Mayfair I am confused! What is going on here and why are you hitting my daughter? There must be a mistake here." Brad asked, his voice coated with genuine concern.

Maureen laughed, a sound that was half a scorn and half a scream. "Do you take us for fools? How is Ruth your daughter? Or do you want us to take a DNA test on the both of you?" She snarled, resting the urge to break his neck. "Does anyone here believe that these two are father and daughter?"

Apart from Margaret, no other hand in the room was raised.

"See, apart from the blind rat Margaret, everyone else sees the truth." Maureen said with arrogance and flair.

"Bradley Taylor who are you really?" David asked, playing with a salad knife that he wished he could put around the man's neck and demand for answers. "Are you one of the people that helped Ruth escape from Lockhart? Are you the person that wants to destroy our families? Are you working with Ruth or helping her?" He asked, no space between his questions__just walls closing in.

Sincere confusion pooled in Bradley's eyes. "Lockhart? What is that? I am afraid that your questions confuse me, David Saxon. Perhaps I should be clearer, Clarisse is my adopted daughter not a biological one. One day, I ran into her with my car when she was jogging. This is back in our homeland, in Silver nation. As I was responsible for the accident, I nursed her back to health and saved myself from a lawsuit.

She had lost her memory and she was alone and seemed traumatized and lost so I took her in." He told his truth, but no one believed him.