“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!”

truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another

misleading everyone by playing with

the onlookers returned to their

those were merely one of Jonathan’s many tricks to

had his fair share of doubts and couldn’t figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow Tiffany to make a

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

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

assure those affiliated

of the army

as the spokesperson

Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a

specialist 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

and asked, “What sort of thing are we

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 series of tests to figure

he knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist

he made his

in the middle of another drawing session at the bottom of a

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

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