Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 87

Mrs. Hardy did not fall for it.

“Call her now! Make her tell everyone in the whole wide world! Tell them everything she said tonight was false! Tell them only what I said is true!”

“But is what you said true?” Dylan asked.

Mrs. Hardy choked on her own spit. ‘Of course, it’s true!” she shouted, her head held high in defiance. “Stop talking nonsense! Call Larissa right now!”

“Of course, I could call Ms. Seymour, and I could certainly have her take back everything she said tonight.” Dylan said, closing the distance between them by half a step and meeting her eyes, his gaze unwavering. “But think about everyone you’ve deceived for a moment. Do you think they’ll ever be able to trust you again?”

Mrs. Hardy was stumped by his question. Her eyes darted around surreptitiously, as if she were trying to think of an answer to his questions.

“Actually, this whole incident has never been Larissa’s fault. The only party you should be placing the blame on is the production team of ‘The Mediators Room“, and the person who convinced you to appear on the show. “Dylan advised her earnestly. “Think about it, if you hadn’t been on that show, and if you hadn’t been misled and influenced by someone else to speak such untruths on a public television program, would things have

to this

his twisted logic, but

complaint against them. And if we do that, we can push all of the responsibility to that person. You wouldn’t be

Hardy’s heart began

told me–oh, she told me that she would help me regain justice. Everything I said on that show was exactly what she told me to! It has nothing to do with me at all!” She immediately absolved herself of every responsibility and pushed

lawsuit for you

so much that he froze on the spot. “I want Larissa to withdraw that lawsuit she filed against my son! I want her to come back and be with my son like how it’s

supposed to be!”

unreasonable demands made Dylan’s expression sink.

under one condition.

to divorce him? Does that woman have any conscience at all?” Mrs. Hardy pounded the brick fence encircling the roof with all her might, howling in

Chapter 87.

the point of me living? I’ll just die! It’s better if I don’t see this with my

eye contact with Dylan

ignored them

Levange, I’m sure you know deep down who the real person with no conscience here is. Your son has brought this onto himself, and it isn’t unrelated to how you and your husband brought him up all those decades ago either. Your son lacks a wife, that’s true, but you could always withdraw your lawsuit against Amber and reconcile with