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!”

had 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 bases

the one misleading everyone by playing with

returned to their senses

of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence and dominance over them in order

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

those affiliated

were to spiral out of control, Alfred would make something up

knew he had to assure those affiliated with

army announced Charles had passed on

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

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

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

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

suppressed his wrath and asked, “What sort of thing

that it’s some sort of

went dead silent as he knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist

he made his way back to Heron

middle of another drawing

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