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

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 more troublesome if he

had

same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there,

already been notified 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 intercept Larissa that day, Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came,

day for the past

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

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 took, everywhere in the city was overcrowded.

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

as she 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. And when she was thirsty, she would drink hot water from

pitiful appearance had garnered the sympathy of quite

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 to your mother–in–law properly? Having her wait at the hotel’s entrance every day doesn’t seem right!”

off without giving much thought to

anxious as he

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

into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch

completely soaked and plastered to her skin, and

separated into