Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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.

a deep sleep as soon as

of Molly, there

night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking as haggard as

was confined in her room, and the

oblivion, no

were fresh, they were simple, like noodles and

be compared to her previous lavish

served. The

dim light reflected in the soup, and the night was solemn. In the past,

her articles about young girls dying early due to

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

was no longer family to them; they perceived her as an enemy. If she

once the reason for her happiness but became

wouldn't draw other's

crouched and dug in her cold

her sentence be alleviated. She'd rather die than go to prison. Halfway through her meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping into her

alone eating cold food. Furious, Krystal threw the plate onto the floor. The sight of the scattering rice pulled her senses back. She could