Chapter 38


    Chapter 38


    Larissa was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he hadpletely misunderstood her.


    She exined 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, Dn, having realized his mistake, blushed in


    embarrassment.


    He covered his mouth with his hand, coughing lightly before regaining his


    “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


    thewsuit is


    over and settled.”


    The process sounded very long to her. Larissa couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.


    She thought to herself. She must have been really unlucky in this life to have all that misfortune inflicted


    upon her.


    “Please, don’t me me for meddling when I say this but-” Dn hesitated for a while before


    continuing. “With the shameless behavior disyed by your ex- husband’s family, I suspect it would be


    more troublesome if he didn’t die than if he did.”


    Of course, his words had to be proven right.


    A dayter, Mrs. Hardy came to the Regal Dynasty again, squatting in the same spot she had upied


    thest few times she was there, lying in wait for Larissa.


    Larissa had already been notified by the security guard–after thest 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 was more patient than she had


    imagined.


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


    time she came, she would squat by the entrance for the entire day.


    It had been raining heavily every day for the past week in Covenford as it was located


    in one of the areas affected by the hurricane. All over the city, stagnant puddles umted, some of


    them so deep that they came up to one’s calves.


    Due to the weather conditions making driving inconvenient, most of the citizens chose 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 the city was overcrowded.


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


    even more dedicated than the employees of the hotel.


    The woman held arge ck umbre as she squatted in a corner close to the wall. 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 she was thirsty, she would drink


    hot water from a thermos she’d prepared beforehand.


    Her pitiful appearance had garnered the sympathy of quite a lot of passersby.


    The guard who was helping Larissa keep an eye out for Mrs. Hardy’s presence had tried to advise her


    more than once. “Ms. Seymour, why don’t you go talk to your mother–inw properly? Having her wait


    at the hotel’s entrance every day doesn’t seem right!”


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


    One day, she received another call from the security guard, his voice anxious as he spoke. “Ms.


    Seymour, pleasee downstairs! Your mother–inw has fainted!”


    No matter how much she did not want to interact with the Hardy family, she was forced to attend to the


    situation downstairs.


    Mrs. Hardy, who had fainted, had been carried into the hotel lobby and was now lying on the couch


    where the guests rested, her eyes closed.


    The clothes on her werepletely soaked and stered to her skin, and her half-


    white hair separated into strands.


    Mrs. Hardy’s brows were knitted, and her face was flushed unnaturally. Even her pants were heavier


    than usual.


    “She looks like she has a fever,” the security guard told Larissa.


    Larissa nced at what Mrs. Hardy had been wearing–it would be a miracle if she didn’t have a fever.


    Because of the consecutive storms, even if they’d just entered October, the


    temperature in Covenford had already dropped to below 68 degrees.


    Mrs. Hardy had been running between the hotel and the hospital on a daily basis for the entire week,


    wearing nothing other than a thin shirt–she did not even have a jacket on.


    Larissa did not drive to work. In weather like this, not even e–hailing apps worked. Therefore, after


    considering their options, they decided to call 911.


    The ambnce arrived almost an hourter. Then, it took one more hour before Mrs. Hardy was sent


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