Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 232
Elliot’s crew cut had been sh aved to that of a skinhead. He had become twice as thin, and his face
was littered with bruises. His eyes were so swollen that they resembled walnuts, and there was only a thin line indicating the opening of the eyes.
His neck and any other parts uncovered were in a similar state as his face, which was quite frightening.
Elliot pleaded guilty to his crimes without needing the judge or Mr. Sharpe to grill him. When he spoke, tears and s not were running all over his face Larissa clearly saw that what was once a mouth full of uneven yellow teeth now only had a few teeth remaining. She could not imagine
what on earth he went through in the detention center.
The trial progressed much more smoothly than Larissa anticipated She did not even need to use. any of the words that Mr. Sharpe had coached her to say beforehand. In the end, the judge found Elliot guilty of causing intentional bodily harm and sentenced him to ten years in prison. Compared to the harm he had caused Larissa, ten years of prison is quite a heavy punishment. already.
Larissa was fairly pleased with this outcome. The same went for Dylan and Mr. Sharpe.

“How about a celebratory meal?” Larissa suggested
Maria waved her hand ‘Didn’t we just eat at noon?” She smiled apologetically before she said, “My husband sent me a text on WhatsApp, telling me to come home once I’m done here. He was Toasting chicken for me, and now it’s ready. As I’m pregnant now, it’s better for me to eat
homemade food”
Being on the receiving end of such affection between a couple made Larissa feel envious.
Seeing her this way, Maria patted her shoulder and said earnestly, Larissa, go ahead and have a child! Once you’re pregnant, Kevan will only love you more. By then, you could have anything and everything you want. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
To this. Larissa could only smile dryly. “Maybe in the far future.”
Maria left with a cab first, and Mr. Sharpe had something to do, so Larissa and Dylan were the only
ones left.
Taking out his phone, Dylan asked Larissa, “How about calling your husband out to join us for a
meal?”
The title of “husband” was a little far away for Larissa. It took a while for her to react.
“He is pretty busy these days. We’d better not disturb him.”
Kevan had to go out drinking for the past couple of nights and would only return in the morning. She figured that he would not have the time to eat with them.
“He still got to eat, right? Even if he’s busy?” Dylan called Kevan right away. “At worst, we can just eat near Microworks, so we won’t hold him up from his work.”