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.”

was a brief flash of disappointment in

not even die with the way she looked

the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving

for a while, so he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket

set up the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket inside soon after

mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here

as if Isaac did

body was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he

to the morgue was

he refused to confront

may, present circumstances prevented him

spoke almost inaudible, “Get it done,

mortician could not restore Irene’s

left, however, Isaac’s back

was no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced

turned out that he felt

was profound,

however he could. He also applied a special powder that

Ricky Spencer suddenly barged

and dropped limply to 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

right then and clasped a hand over

make 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 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

us.”