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.”

gaze darkened and there was a brief flash

with

was when the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving her to the morgue

to say the same thing for a while, so he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave

freezer, and they would just put the ice casket inside soon after -it should last a

“Leaving her out here is

not as if

casket, he would lose whatever

the morgue was a declaration

he refused to

present circumstances prevented him from

inaudible, “Get it done, James. Now

mortician could not restore Irene’s

and mortician left,

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

vulnerable, for it turned out

was

James returned with the ice casket, while the mortician fixed up Irene’s body however he could. He also applied a special powder that

Ricky Spencer suddenly barged

it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s shirt. “It’s not Irene, right?

dropped to a crouch right then and clasped a hand over

a fuss,” 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

us.”