The Runaway Groom

Chapter 438

Nonetheless, James hurried to Isaac’s side. “Sir.”

Isaac glanced at him briefly and asked, “Did you find a place?”

“Yes, sir,” James replied. “We can use it in a couple days.”

“Good.” Isaac remained impassive.

At the same time, James turned toward the man with them, who was dressed formally over his exceedingly fair skin. Also, there was something shady about that face even though he clearly appeared solemn.

“Sir, who is this gentleman?”

Isaac did not answer, and instead headed straight inside the operating room with the man.

James followed, curious.

The man first put down his box and opened it, taking out a pair of gloves and wearing it before pulling off the sheet placed over Irene’s head.

He frowned when he saw the face. “…I don’t think I can do anything here. Burn scars only regenerate on living tissue, but if she’s dead, I can’t restore her face.”

In reality, he was the best mortician Isaac had found to reconstruct cadavers so that they would look their best before they were buried.

Despite his specialty in reinvigorating cold bodies and bestowing upon them eternal beauty, he was shaking his head. “The damage is too extensive. I can’t do much here.”

darkened and there was a brief

even die with the way

the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving

in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here in the hospital.

had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket

agreed. “Leaving her out here is going to

if Isaac did not

placed in a casket, he would lose

the morgue was a declaration to

he refused to confront

that as it may, present circumstances prevented

inaudible, “Get it done, James. Now leave us

Irene’s face, he

mortician left, however, Isaac’s back slowly

high–and–mighty bigwig who

out that he felt pain

that pain was profound,

up Irene’s body however he could. He also applied a

was when Ricky Spencer

the floor when he saw the unrecognizable body. “No. No way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s shirt. “It’s not Irene, right? How could that ugly thing

crouch right then and clasped a hand over his

“I wasn’t there when it happened, but the people who were there saw the explosion, and she was in the middle of it. They also fished her out of the river immediately afterward, so there’s no mistaking it–we all wish it was otherwise, but it’s reality.

us.”