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 misfortune

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

had

Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had

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 back entrance. But Mrs. Hardy was more patient than she had imagined.

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

every day for the past week in

the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some

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 line

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

up in a ball to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain. When she was hungry, she

the sympathy

out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why

Larissa brushed it off without giving much thought to it.

guard, his voice anxious as he spoke.

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

lobby and was now lying on the couch where

were completely soaked and

separated into