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.

really unlucky in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted upon

before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if he didn’t die than if he

course, his words had to be proven right.

squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she

they saw Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through

the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she

raining heavily every day for the past

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

the citizens 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

Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence

to minimize the chances of her getting wet from the rain. When she was hungry, she would take a few bites

pitiful appearance had garnered the sympathy of

advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to

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

matter how much she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the situation

and was now lying

clothes on her were completely soaked and plastered

hair separated into