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

could not even die with the way

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

“Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if

Stan set up the freezer, and they would just put

the mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here

was not as if

placed in a casket, he would lose

the morgue was a

he refused to confront

as it may, present circumstances prevented him

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

mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he

and mortician left, however, Isaac’s

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

for it turned out that he felt pain and misery

that pain was profound, suffocating

he could. He also applied a special powder that would stall putrefaction before they put the body

was when Ricky

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

crouch right then and clasped a hand over

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

us.”