“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!”

those were the truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we

one misleading everyone by playing

to their senses and

tricks to assert influence and dominance over

of Charles’ death. Nonetheless,

affiliated with the White

out of control, Alfred would make something up and weaken the power of

knew he had to assure those affiliated with the army it wasn’t a big

army announced Charles

finally brought to an abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned the rest to stop

corpse, he acquired the aid of a renowned forensic specialist to carry

natural death—it was a homicide. The murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen level and drove the

by the actual cause of Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since quite some

asked, “What sort of thing are we

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 of chemical substance. I need to carry out a series of

knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist could tell

made his way

was in the middle of another drawing session at the bottom

no longer the same after he was diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder. He could no

in things his usual self wouldn’t appreciate such

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