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!”

sound convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can’t pride ourselves as one

the one misleading everyone by playing

onlookers returned to their senses and thought something was wrong

those were merely one of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence and dominance over them in order

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

On top of that, those affiliated with the

Alfred would make something up and weaken the power of the

knew he had to assure those affiliated with

army announced Charles had passed on due to

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

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

The murderer made use of something to reduce the oxygen level and

Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the outcome ever since quite some time

and asked, “What sort of thing

but it’s safe to assume that it’s some sort of chemical substance. I need to carry out a series of tests

there was nothing else the forensic specialist could

meeting, he made his way

middle of another drawing session at the bottom of a

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