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

this point?”

by his twisted logic, but she thought about

you can tell me who got you onto that show, I can help you lodge a complaint against them. And if we do that, we can push all of the responsibility to

began to waver.

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

once again. “I’ll draft a lawsuit for you when

Mrs. Hardy shouted suddenly, shocking Dylan so much that he froze on the spot. “I want Larissa to withdraw that lawsuit she filed against my son!

supposed to be!”

demands made Dylan’s expression sink.

is possible, but under one condition. Have your son sign the divorce agreement

state, and Larissa still wants to divorce him? Does that woman have any conscience at all?” Mrs. Hardy pounded the brick fence

Chapter 87.

you don’t have a wife anymore, what’s the point of me living? I’ll just die! It’s better if I don’t see this with

made eye contact with Dylan

time, Dylan ignored them directly.

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 her. When that