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.

unlucky in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted upon her.

blame me 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 it would be more troublesome if he didn’t die than

had to be

Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying in wait for Larissa.

already been notified by the security guard–after 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

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

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

by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles

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

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

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

the sympathy

who was helping Larissa keep an eye out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour,

brushed it off without giving

voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs! Your

want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the situation downstairs.

the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the guests rested,

soaked and plastered to her

hair separated