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.

night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her

was confined in her room, and the Heaths never

no one cared

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

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

Dinner was served.

had gone

in the soup, and

would've been worried about her for staying up

about young girls dying early due to lack of

and on, advising her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking

them; they perceived her as an

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

was once the reason for her happiness but became the

wouldn't draw other's attention to

and dug in her cold

baby had to live; only then would her

than go to

through her meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks

had never suffered this

the