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

everyone by playing with

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

cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow

top of that, those affiliated with the White House had long thought of

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

to assure those affiliated with the army it wasn’t a big

after gathering their thoughts, the spokesperson of the army announced Charles had passed on due

saga was finally brought to an abrupt halt as

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

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

felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since quite

the end, he suppressed his wrath and asked,

the moment, but it’s safe to assume that it’s some sort

dead silent as he knew there was nothing else the

meeting, he made his way back to Heron

another drawing

personality disorder. He could no longer enjoy the things his usual