Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

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.

in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted upon

for a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if he didn’t die than if

his words had to be

squatting in the same spot

had already been 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 came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would

day for the past week in Covenford as it was located

hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of

their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the subway line one took,

less–than–ideal conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her presence even more dedicated than the employees of the hotel.

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

sympathy of quite a lot

for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk

Larissa brushed it off without giving much

received another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come

how much she did not want to interact with the Hardy

into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where the guests

clothes on her were completely soaked and