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 as

in her room, and the Heaths never visited

cast to oblivion, no one cared

Although the ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were simple,

be compared

Dinner was served.

had gone

light reflected in the soup, and the

been worried about her for staying

her articles about young girls dying early due to lack of

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

family to them;

pregnant, the Heaths might've started their

her happiness but became the cause

before, throwing a tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to help her clean her

and dug

to live; only then would

die than go

her meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping into

never suffered this much, let alone eating cold

Krystal threw the plate