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.

sat by her bed,

murdered Lisa, Krystal was confined in her room, and

oblivion, no one

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

couldn't be compared to her

Dinner was served.

food had gone

in the soup, and the

her family would've been worried about her for staying up at

her articles about young girls dying early

her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking

to them;

Heaths might've started their vengeful

once the reason for her happiness but became the cause of her

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

dug in her

to live; only then would her

die than go to

meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks

who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered

the plate onto