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.

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

while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed

his words had to be proven right.

the same spot she had occupied 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

Larissa that day, Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would squat

raining heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as

by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated,

transport as their main traveling means. In that week

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

squatted in a corner close to 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.

pitiful appearance had garnered the sympathy of

her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you

time, Larissa brushed it off without giving much thought to

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

interact with the Hardy family, she was

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

soaked and plastered to her skin, and her half-

hair separated