“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!”

convincing upon another thought! Otherwise, we can’t

one misleading everyone by

was then the onlookers returned to their senses and thought something

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

the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he

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

of control, Alfred would make something

assure those affiliated with the army it wasn’t a

the spokesperson of the army announced Charles had passed on

an abrupt halt as the spokesperson warned

Charles’ corpse, he acquired the aid of a

murderer made

Charles’ death, Jonathan felt lightheaded in spite

his wrath and asked, “What sort of

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

as he knew there was nothing else the forensic specialist

after their meeting, he made his way back

in the middle of another drawing session at

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

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