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.

herself. She must have been really unlucky in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted upon

behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family,

had

Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot

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

intercept Larissa that day, Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every

every day for the past week in

stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them

their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the subway line

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

woman held a large black umbrella as she 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

the sympathy of quite a lot of passersby.

Larissa keep an eye out for 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

it off without giving

another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms.

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

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

completely soaked and plastered to her

separated into strands.