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

a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed

his words had to be proven right.

squatting in the same spot she had

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 be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But Mrs. Hardy was more patient than she had

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

raining heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as

puddles accumulated, some of them so deep that they came

to the weather conditions making driving inconvenient, most of 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,

Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the

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 a thermos she’d prepared beforehand.

the sympathy

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

time, Larissa brushed it off without giving much thought to

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

the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the situation

fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the guests rested, her eyes closed.

completely soaked and plastered to her

separated into strands.