Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Marina's body was working fine bar one—she couldn't control her legs.

"What did you do to me?" "Try walking backward." They could move when she was retreating, but they stopped whenever she was heading for the gates.

"I've set your mobility strictly within the Carlton residence.

Ms. Fordham is a genius indeed.

She resolved a big problem of mine." Although Marina had known that Olivia would never let her go that easily, she hadn't expected Olivia to take it this far.

Olivia gave Marina freedom yet caged her in the house at the same time.

It was late at night by the time Olivia arrived at the Heath residence.

She was tired from performing such a surgery—which needed a few hands—all alone.

Not only did it take a toll on her body, but also on her mentality.

In fact, attaching a prosthetic leg wasn't her forte, so it was more tiring than usual surgeries.

She fell into a deep sleep as soon as she flopped in bed.

Since there were people taking care of Molly, there shouldn't be any issue.

night, a lifeless Krystal sat by

was confined in her room, and

to oblivion, no one cared about

meals were fresh, they were simple,

but it couldn't be compared

Dinner was served.

food had gone

in the

worried about

her articles about young girls dying early due to lack of

on and on, advising her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking if something was troubling

longer family to them; they

wasn't pregnant, the Heaths might've started their vengeful act

happiness but became

a tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to help her clean her

dug in her cold

had to live; only

die than go

her meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks before

who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this

Krystal threw the plate