Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 38

Larissa was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had completely misunderstood her.

She explained hurriedly. “No, I don’t want to kill him-” Then, she told him about everything that had happened today.

On the other end of the phone, Dylan, having realized his mistake, blushed in

embarrassment.

He covered his mouth with his hand, coughing lightly before regaining his

composure.

“To be honest, I’ve been handling divorce cases for so many years, but I’ve never encountered a situation where the husband dies halfway through the court ruling process. Of course, your ex–husband is not dead yet, but in the event that he does, the normal procedure would be to continue the inheritance process. As for how much money you would get from the property, you’ll have to wait until the lawsuit is

over and settled.”

The process sounded very long to her. Larissa couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.

in this life to have all that

Dylan hesitated for a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect

had to

in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was

the last incident, she’d specially informed the guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But

Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would squat by the entrance for the entire day.

had been raining heavily every day for the past

of the areas affected by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so deep that

the weather conditions making driving inconvenient, most of the citizens chose to use public transport as their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the subway

every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the employees of the

from the rain. When she was hungry, she would take a few bites of the buns

garnered the sympathy of quite

eye out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your

without giving much

his voice anxious as he spoke.

how much she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the situation downstairs.

and was now lying on the couch where the guests rested, her eyes

soaked and plastered to her skin,

separated into strands.