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

while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex-

his words had to be proven

came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying

by the security guard–after the last incident, she’d 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.

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

the past week in

puddles accumulated, some

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 in the

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

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

pitiful appearance had garnered the sympathy

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

without giving

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

did not want to interact with the

been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch

and

hair separated into