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 his

even die with the

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

or we could put her in an ice casket if

just had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would just

“Leaving her out here is going to make her vulnerable to

if Isaac did not know

a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had been holding

to the morgue was a

he refused to confront that

that as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying

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

mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he

mortician left, however, Isaac’s back slowly

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

for it turned out

was

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

when Ricky Spencer suddenly barged

he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s

to a crouch right then and clasped

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

us.”