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

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

had to be

Mrs. Hardy came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied

guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through

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

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

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

main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or

under such less–than–ideal conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the employees

squatted in a corner close to the 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

sympathy of

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 every day doesn’t seem right!”

without giving much thought to

anxious as he spoke. “Ms.

with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend

who had fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the

her were completely soaked and

hair separated