Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 388

Larissa decided to visit the Rogers, fully aware that she was the one responsible for the trouble that had arisen. She understood that it wouldn’t be fair for Kevan’s parents to bear the blame for her actions.

Bemard and Maria were in the living room with gloomy expressions. As soon as they spotted Larissa, they lunged toward her in a frenzy. You vicious bitch! anything happens to my grandson, I make sure you pay with your life!

Maria, with her long nails, swiftly left three bloody marks on Larissa’s face in a split second. Violet couldn’t act fast enough and was only able to pull Larissa away after the latter had covered her face. “Calm down! Listen to what Lari has to say.”

“What’s there to say? Will she admit to what she did? I’ve never seen such a vicious woman. Nana is her sister! How could she do that to her?” Maria glared at Larissa.

Larissa maintained a resolute gaze and replied. “I did not push Lana. She fell on her own, you truly wish to debate this matter, I actually pulled her to prevent her from falling of the escalator. Otherwise, she would already be experiencing a miscarriage rather than just an

unstable pregnancy.”

shouted at her. Her high–pitched voice made

care about what the truth is. You only want me to shoulder the blame. If that’s the case. I won’t waste my time here. Just think whatever you want. I don’t care. I just want to remind you that

unwavering

toward Kevan’s parents and said, “I’m sorry for

her lace, and said. “This is my gift to you as your daughter, a way

and walked out of the Rogers residence. On the way back, she called Wendy, “Get prepared. Once my visa is approved. I’ll be coming

echoed through the phone, but once she calmed down, curiosity took over. “What made you come to this

where she

her resume to the graduate supervisor of her university’s hotel management major. Half a

had blacklisted their phone numbers, Since she had decided to bid farewell to her past, she didn’t want to bother herself with any more troubles from the previous chapter of her life.

it was May. The atmosphere mimored her somber mood on that particular day with a light rain. Her tax was stuck in traffic, so the driver struck up a conversation with her, “Miss, where are you heading?”