“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!”

convincing upon another

one misleading everyone by playing with our

to their senses and thought something

picking on Tiffany, but those were merely one of Jonathan’s 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

tarnished again. On top of that, those affiliated with the White House had long

out of control, Alfred would make something up

affiliated with the army

after gathering their thoughts, the spokesperson of the army

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

acquired the aid of a renowned forensic specialist to carry on with the

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

the actual cause of Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in

his wrath and asked, “What sort of thing

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

went dead silent as he knew there was nothing

he made his way back to Heron

the middle of another drawing session at

diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder. He could

himself in things his usual self

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