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 in his

die with the way she

said, “I’d suggest moving

we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here

had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket inside soon

the mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here

was not as if Isaac did not know

Irene’s body was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had been

her to the morgue was a

he refused to

as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying to

he spoke almost inaudible, “Get it done,

the mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he did not have

James and mortician left, however,

the high–and–mighty bigwig who

utterly vulnerable, for it turned out that

that pain was

He also applied

was when Ricky Spencer suddenly

her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s shirt.

then and clasped a hand over his mouth,

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 it–we all wish it

us.”