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.

Krystal sat by her bed,

in her room, and the Heaths never visited

cast to oblivion, no one

her meals were

bearable, but it couldn't be

Dinner was served.

food had

the soup, and

would've been worried about her for

about young girls dying early due

advising her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as

them; they perceived her

might've started their vengeful act on

once the reason for her happiness but became

draw other's attention to

and dug in her cold

to live; only

rather die than go to

her tears trickled down her cheeks before

someone who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this much,

threw the plate onto