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.

lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking as haggard as

she murdered Lisa, Krystal was confined in her room, and the Heaths never visited

oblivion, no one cared

meals were fresh, they were simple, like noodles

was bearable, but it couldn't be compared to her

Dinner was served.

had

the soup,

worried about her for

about young girls dying early

the midnight oil, as well as checking if

to them; they perceived her as an

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

was once the reason for her happiness

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

dug in her cold

live; only then would her sentence be

die than go

trickled down her

Krystal had never suffered this much, let

Krystal threw the plate onto the