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 bed, looking as haggard

Krystal was confined in her room,

cast to oblivion, no one cared about

Although the ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were

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

Dinner was served.

food had

light reflected in the soup, and the

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

articles about young girls dying early due to

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

no longer family to them; they perceived her as an

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

the reason for her happiness but

wouldn't draw other's

dug in her cold

only then would her sentence be

than go

through her meal, her tears trickled down

lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this much, let alone

Krystal threw the plate onto the