Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

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

murdered Lisa, Krystal was confined in

to oblivion, no one cared

for her meals were fresh, they were simple, like noodles

it couldn't be compared

Dinner was served.

food had

the soup,

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

girls

the midnight

was no longer family to them; they perceived her

Heaths might've started their

reason for her happiness but became the cause of

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

and dug in

had to live; only

than

tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping into her

who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this much, let alone eating

Krystal threw the