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.

by her bed,

Lisa, Krystal was confined in

though cast to oblivion, no one cared

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

but it couldn't be

Dinner was served.

food had

reflected in the soup, and the

the past, her family would've been worried about

articles about young girls dying early

her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking if something was troubling

longer family to them;

might've

for her happiness

other's attention to help her

crouched and dug in her

baby had to live; only then would her

than

through her meal, her tears trickled down her

had never suffered this much, let alone eating

the plate