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.

snowy night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking

was confined in her room, and the Heaths never

though cast to oblivion, no one cared about

ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were simple,

bearable, but it couldn't be compared to her previous lavish

Dinner was served.

had

in the soup, and the night was

the past, her family would've been worried about her for staying up at this

would share her articles about young girls dying early due

her not to burn the midnight oil, as well

longer family to them; they

pregnant, the Heaths might've started their vengeful act on

once the reason for her happiness but

draw other's attention to help her clean her mess

and dug in her

to live; only

die than go

tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping

never suffered

threw the plate onto