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!”

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

misleading everyone by playing with

to their senses and

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

out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow Tiffany to make a scene and

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

out of control, Alfred would make something

had to assure those affiliated with the army

the spokesperson of the army announced Charles had passed on due to health

to an abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned the rest to stop spreading baseless

acquired the aid of a renowned forensic specialist to

announced, “Sir, the 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

lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since quite

suppressed his wrath and asked, “What sort of thing

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 to

he knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist

their meeting, he made his way back to

in the middle of another drawing session at the bottom

no longer the same after he was diagnosed with a multiple personality disorder. He could