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.

by her bed, looking as haggard as

confined in her room, and the

oblivion, no one

Although the ingredients for her meals were fresh, they

be

Dinner was served.

food had gone

reflected in the soup,

worried about her

about young girls dying early due to lack

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

longer family to them; they perceived her as an

pregnant, the Heaths might've started their vengeful act on

her happiness but became the

a tantrum wouldn't draw other's attention to

and dug in her

baby had to live; only then would

die than go

down her cheeks before

had never suffered this

threw the plate onto