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.

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

this but-” Dylan hesitated for a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by

had to be

day later, Mrs. Hardy came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had

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

day after,

raining heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as

stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so

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

under such less–than–ideal conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the employees of

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

garnered the sympathy of quite a lot

guard who was helping 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 seem

time, Larissa brushed it off without

voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs!

the Hardy family, she was

had fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the

were completely soaked and plastered to

hair separated into