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.

been really unlucky in this

the shameless behavior displayed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be more troublesome if he didn’t die than if he did.”

his words had to be proven

to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had occupied the last few times she

Hardy in order for her to be prepared and leave secretly through the hotel’s emergency back entrance. But Mrs. Hardy was more patient than she had imagined.

the hotel every day after, and every time she came, she would squat by the entrance for the entire day.

heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as it

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

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

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

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 she

garnered the sympathy of

more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–in–law properly? Having her wait at the hotel’s

Larissa brushed it off without giving much

anxious

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

the hotel lobby and was

and plastered to