“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!”

the truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can’t pride ourselves as one

one misleading everyone

onlookers returned to their senses and thought something was wrong

were merely one of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence and dominance over them in order to protect his

his fair share of doubts and couldn’t figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death.

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

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

assure those affiliated with the army it wasn’t a

their thoughts, the spokesperson of the army announced Charles

to an abrupt halt as

the aid

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

in spite of

and asked, “What sort of thing are we talking

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 tests

went dead silent as he knew there was nothing

made his way back to Heron

of another drawing

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

things his usual

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