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.

a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking as haggard as

in her room, and

no one cared about

for her meals were fresh, they were simple,

couldn't be compared to her previous lavish

Dinner was served.

food had gone

light reflected in the soup, and the night was

would've been worried about her for

about young girls dying early due to lack

her not to burn the

longer family to them; they perceived her as

wasn't pregnant, the Heaths might've

happiness but became the cause of her

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

crouched and dug in her

had to live; only then

rather die than go

her tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping into her

once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered

Krystal threw the plate