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

Krystal was confined in

though cast to oblivion, no one cared about her

for her meals were fresh, they were simple, like

couldn't be compared to her previous

Dinner was served.

food had

in the soup, and the night was

her family would've been worried about her for staying up at

about young girls

on and on, advising her not to burn the midnight

family to them; they perceived

Heaths might've started their vengeful

reason for her happiness but became the cause of her

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

dug in her cold

had to live; only then would

rather die than

tears trickled down her cheeks before

Krystal had never suffered this much, let alone eating

threw the plate onto the