“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, we can’t pride ourselves

the one misleading everyone by playing

to their senses and

those were merely one of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert

figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow Tiffany to

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

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

affiliated with the army it wasn’t

of the army announced Charles had

abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned the rest to stop

Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of

specialist announced, “Sir, the deceased hasn’t died a natural death—it was a homicide. The murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen

lightheaded in spite

suppressed his wrath and asked, “What sort of

the moment, but it’s safe to assume that it’s some sort of chemical substance. I need to carry out a series of tests

was

he made his way back to

Sebastian was in the middle of another drawing session

diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder. He could no longer enjoy the things

himself in things his usual self wouldn’t appreciate such

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