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

die with the way she

mortician said, “I’d suggest moving her to

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

they would just put the ice casket inside soon

mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here is going to

was not as if

in a casket, he would lose whatever

send her to the morgue was a declaration to all

now, he refused to confront

as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying

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

Irene’s

left,

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

for it turned out

pain was profound, suffocating and

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

was when Ricky Spencer suddenly

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 could that ugly thing be her? My sister is so

and clasped a hand over

saw the explosion, and she was in the middle of it. They also fished her out of the

us.”