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

not even die with the way she looked

mortician said, “I’d suggest moving her to

to say the same thing for a while, so he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice

Stan set up the freezer, and they would just

her out here is

if Isaac did not know

casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had

her to the morgue was a

now, he refused

may, present circumstances prevented him

almost inaudible, “Get it done, James.

restore Irene’s face, he

left, however,

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

for it turned out that he felt pain and

pain was

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

Ricky

was somehow informed, 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 shirt. “It’s not Irene, right? How

right then and clasped a hand over

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

us.”