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

care of Molly,

by her bed, looking as

in her room,

to oblivion, no one cared about

fresh, they were simple, like noodles and

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

The food had

reflected in the soup, and the night was solemn. In the past, her family would've been worried about her for staying

young girls dying

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

no longer family to them; they perceived her as an enemy. If she wasn't pregnant, the Heaths might've started their vengeful act

happiness but became the

draw other's attention to help

dug in her cold

than go to prison. Halfway through her meal,

suffered this much, let alone eating cold food. Furious, Krystal threw the plate onto the floor. The sight of the scattering rice pulled her senses back. She could handle the hunger, but not her