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 to have all that misfortune inflicted upon her.

me 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

had to

again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last

specially informed the guards to call her as soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But Mrs. Hardy

Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she

every day for the past week in Covenford as it was

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

the weather conditions making driving inconvenient, most of the citizens chose to use public transport as their main traveling means. In that week itself,

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

to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain.

garnered the sympathy of quite a lot of

out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms.

off without giving much thought to

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

with 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,

hair separated