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.

deep sleep as soon as she

taking care of Molly,

that snowy night, a lifeless Krystal sat by

in her room, and

to oblivion, no one cared about

fresh, they

it couldn't be

The food had gone

the soup, and the night was solemn. In the past,

her articles about young girls dying early

her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as

was no longer family to them; they perceived her as an enemy. If she wasn't pregnant,

once the reason for her happiness but became the

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

dug in her cold

baby had to live; only then would 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