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.

been really unlucky in this life to have all that

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

course, his words had to be proven right.

squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying in wait

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

day after, and every time she came, she would squat by the

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

puddles accumulated, some of them so

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,

conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more

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

garnered the sympathy of quite

than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–in–law properly? Having her wait at the

it off without giving much thought

voice anxious as he

matter how much she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to

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

soaked and

separated into strands.