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 misfortune

for a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your

words had to be proven

same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there,

saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But Mrs. Hardy

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

the past week

the areas affected by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so

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

every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the

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

had garnered the sympathy of quite a lot of passersby.

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

off without

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

did not want to interact with the Hardy

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

clothes on her were completely soaked and plastered to her skin, and her half-

separated into strands.