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.”

there was a brief flash of disappointment in

die with the way she

“I’d suggest moving her

had been trying 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 her here in the hospital. We could bring her to the

Stan set up the freezer, and they would just put

the mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here

was not as if Isaac did not know

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

morgue was a declaration to all that she was

he refused

may, present circumstances

around, he spoke almost inaudible, “Get it done, James.

restore Irene’s face, he

left, however, Isaac’s

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

utterly vulnerable, for it turned out that

was profound, suffocating and

Irene’s body however he could. He also applied a special powder that would stall putrefaction before they put the body into

when Ricky Spencer suddenly

body. “No. No way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the

then and clasped

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. She’s

us.”