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.

really unlucky in this

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

his words had to be proven right.

day later, Mrs. Hardy came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying in wait for Larissa.

guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be

she failed to intercept Larissa that day, Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would squat by the

every day for the past week in Covenford as it was located

hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so

as their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the subway line one

Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the employees

wall. She was curled up in a ball to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain. When she was hungry, she would take a few bites of the buns she’d brought along with her. And when she was thirsty, she would drink hot water

had garnered the sympathy of quite

helping Larissa keep an 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 mother–in–law properly? Having her wait at the hotel’s entrance

time, Larissa brushed it off without

another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour,

the Hardy family, she

the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the guests rested, her eyes closed.

on her were completely soaked and

hair separated