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.”

a brief flash of disappointment in his

die with the

mortician said, “I’d

an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here in the hospital. We could bring her

had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket inside soon after -it should last

agreed. “Leaving her out here is going

was not as if Isaac did not know

would

send her to the morgue was a declaration

he refused to confront

present circumstances prevented him from lying to

almost inaudible, “Get it done,

the mortician could not restore Irene’s

James and mortician left, however, Isaac’s back

now, he was no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who

vulnerable, for it turned out that he felt pain

was profound, suffocating

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

when Ricky Spencer suddenly barged

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

and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing

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

us.”