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

shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if he didn’t

his words had to be

Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she

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

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

for the past week in Covenford as it was located

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

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 one took, everywhere

such less–than–ideal conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway,

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 would drink hot water from a thermos she’d prepared

sympathy of quite a lot

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

brushed it off without giving much thought to

she received another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs! Your

to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to

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

were completely soaked and plastered to her skin,

hair separated into