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.

thought to herself. She must have been really unlucky in this life to have all

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

course, his words had to be proven right.

Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the

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 was more

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

day for the past week in Covenford

puddles accumulated, some of them so

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

Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated

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

the sympathy of quite a lot

advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour,

brushed it off without

call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs! Your mother–in–law has fainted!”

with the Hardy family,

carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on

soaked and plastered to her skin, and her

hair separated into