The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“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!”

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

the one misleading everyone by playing with

was then the onlookers returned to their

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

figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless,

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

out of control, Alfred would make something up

those affiliated with the

the army announced Charles had passed on due to

to an abrupt halt as the

acquired the aid of a

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

felt lightheaded in spite of foreseeing the

wrath and asked, “What sort of

that it’s some sort of chemical substance. I need to carry out

there was nothing else the forensic

meeting, he made his way back to Heron

the middle of another drawing session at the

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