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.

Krystal sat by

was confined in her room,

cast to oblivion, no one cared about her

were fresh,

it couldn't be compared to

Dinner was served.

food had

reflected in the soup,

the past, her family would've been worried about her for staying

about young girls dying early due to lack

the midnight

to them;

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

the reason for her happiness but became the cause

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

dug in

to live; only

die than

trickled down her cheeks

had never suffered

threw the plate onto the