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!”

us into believing those were the truth! It doesn’t really sound convincing upon another

the one misleading everyone

onlookers returned to their senses and thought something was wrong

picking on Tiffany, but those were merely one of Jonathan’s many tricks to assert influence and dominance over

and couldn’t figure out the actual cause of Charles’ death. Nonetheless, he couldn’t allow Tiffany to make a scene and

would be tarnished again. On top of that, those affiliated with the

to spiral out of control, Alfred would make something up

had to assure those affiliated with the army it

spokesperson of the army announced Charles had passed on

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

natural death—it was a homicide. The murderer made use of something to reduce

in spite of foreseeing the outcome

and asked, “What sort of thing are we

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 out the combinations

went dead silent as he knew there was nothing else the forensic

meeting, he made his way

middle of another drawing session

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