The Love that Never Really Dies

“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!”

misled us into believing those were the truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can’t pride ourselves as one of the most impregnable

everyone

the onlookers returned to their senses

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

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

that, those affiliated with the

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

affiliated with the army it

thoughts, the spokesperson of the army

an abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned the rest to

Jonathan made his way back with Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a

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

felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since

suppressed his wrath and asked, “What

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

knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist could tell

he made his way back to Heron

of another drawing session at

longer the same after he was diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder.