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.

have been really unlucky in this life to have all

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

had to

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

soon as they saw Mrs. Hardy

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

day for the past week

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

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

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

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

garnered the sympathy of

more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–in–law properly? Having

it off without giving

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

to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to

hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the guests rested, her eyes

soaked and plastered to

separated into strands.