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, looking as haggard

in her room, and the Heaths never visited

cast to oblivion, no

the ingredients for her meals were fresh,

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

Dinner was served.

had gone

dim light reflected in the soup, and

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

articles about young girls dying

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

no longer family to them; they perceived her as an

pregnant, the Heaths might've started

for her happiness but became

draw other's attention to help her

crouched and dug in her cold

to live; only then would her

die than go to

trickled down her cheeks before seeping into her

someone who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this much, let alone

Krystal threw the