My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

"Grandpa!"

Slap! To everyone's surprise, the infuriated Jonathan slapped Tiffany in the face, confusing those in the morgue, including Tiffany.

"Old Mr.Jadeson, what are you-"

"I'm so sorry, everyone! She's merely making things up and accusing others! I hope none of you are taking her seriously!"

They thought they had been hearing things because the honorable man dismissed everything Tiffany brought up as soon as he showed up.

Covering her swollen cheek, Tiffany repeated herself at the top of her lungs, "I'm not making things up! It's the truth-"

Unable to suppress his wrath anymore, Jonathan yelled at the young woman in the face, "What the hell do you mean it's the truth? You don't think others can easily infiltrate the military base, do you? Are you indicating he's capable of teleporting to your father's cell?"

He regretted doing her a favor and stopping others from taking her out.

The thought of taking her out crossed his mind again.

In fact, he wouldn't hesitate to do so if he had a gun with him.

This fool is trying to bring upon the family's undoing again! Along with the onlookers, Tiffany was stunned due to Jonathan's seemingly harsh remarks.

"Actually, it doesn't make any sense since we're in a heavily-guarded military base!"

"She had misled us into believing those were the truth! It doesn't really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can't pride ourselves as one of the most impregnable bases anymore!"

one misleading everyone by

then the onlookers returned to their senses and thought

tricks

share of doubts and couldn't figure out the actual cause of

allow Tiffany to make a scene and accuse

image would be

White House had long thought

were to spiral out of control, Alfred would make something

Jonathan knew he had to assure those affiliated with the

spokesperson of the army announced Charles had passed on due to health

an abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned the

his way back with Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a

forensic specialist announced, "Sir, the deceased hasn't

murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen level and drove the deceased to his death through

in spite of

the end, he suppressed his wrath and asked, "What sort of thing are we talking

another glance, the forensic specialist announced, "I'm not so sure at the moment, but it's safe to assume that it's some sort

as he knew there was nothing

their meeting, he made his way back

of another drawing session at the bottom of a tree.He was no longer the same after he was diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder.He

he started indulging himself in things his usual self wouldn't appreciate such