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!”

really sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can’t pride ourselves as one of the most impregnable bases

everyone by playing with our

returned to their

of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence

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

be tarnished again. On top of that, those affiliated with the White

Alfred would make

those affiliated with the army it wasn’t a

the army announced Charles had passed on due to health

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

with Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a renowned forensic specialist to carry on with

“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 to his death through

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

he suppressed his wrath and asked, “What sort

the 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 need to carry out a

knew there was nothing else the forensic

meeting, he made his way back

the middle of another drawing session at the bottom of

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