“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!”

doesn’t really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise,

misleading everyone by

their senses

many tricks to

his fair share of doubts and couldn’t figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow Tiffany to make a scene and accuse

would be tarnished again. On top of that, those affiliated with

would make something up and weaken the

knew he had to assure those affiliated with the

thoughts, the spokesperson of the army announced Charles had

was finally brought to an abrupt halt as

back with Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a renowned forensic specialist to

deceased hasn’t died a natural death—it was a homicide. The murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen level and drove the deceased

Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since

asked, “What sort

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

went dead silent as he knew there was nothing else

after their meeting, he made his

was in the middle of another drawing session at the bottom of a

was diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder. He could

started indulging himself in things his usual self wouldn’t

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