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

a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family,

his words had to be proven

came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot

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

day after, and every time

raining heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as it was

stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them so deep that they came up to one’s

as their main traveling means. In that week itself, no

up every day anyway, her

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 hot water from a thermos

had garnered the sympathy of quite a lot of passersby.

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

without giving

call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs!

much she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was

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

her were completely soaked and plastered to her

hair separated into