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.

lifeless Krystal sat by her

Lisa, Krystal was confined in her room, and the Heaths

though cast to oblivion, no one cared about

Although the ingredients for her meals were

couldn't be compared

Dinner was served.

food had

reflected in the soup, and the

family would've been worried about her for staying up

share her articles about young girls dying early due to lack

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

longer family to them; they perceived her

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

happiness but became the cause of her

a tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to

and dug

only

die than

down her cheeks before seeping

Krystal had never suffered this much, let

threw the plate