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.

to herself. She must have been really unlucky in this life

when I say this but-” Dylan hesitated for a while before continuing. “With the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if

his words had

later, Mrs. Hardy came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she was there, lying in

Mrs. Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But Mrs.

failed to intercept Larissa that day, Mrs. Hardy came to the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would

had been raining heavily every day for the past week in

of the areas affected by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles accumulated, some of them

to use public transport as their main traveling means. In that week itself, no matter if it was peak hour or not, regardless of the subway line one took, everywhere in

less–than–ideal conditions, Mrs. Hardy showed up every day anyway, her

She was curled up in a ball to minimize the chances of 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

had garnered the sympathy

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

time, Larissa brushed it off without giving much thought to it.

call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms. Seymour, please come downstairs! Your mother–in–law has

she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to

fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch where

completely soaked and plastered to