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.”

and there was a brief

die with the way she looked

mortician said, “I’d

“Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here in

they would just put the ice casket inside soon after -it should

her out here is going to

if Isaac did

once Irene’s body was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he

to the morgue was a declaration to all

now, he refused to confront

present circumstances prevented him from

inaudible, “Get it done, James.

Irene’s face, he did not have to

James and mortician left, however, Isaac’s

no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced his own family’s

turned out that he felt pain and misery

that pain was profound, suffocating and

he could. He also applied a special powder that would stall putrefaction before they put the body

was when Ricky Spencer suddenly

floor when he saw the unrecognizable body. “No. No way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem

crouch right then and clasped a hand over his mouth,

he said, meeting Ricky’s gaze. “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

us.”