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

with the way

said, “I’d suggest

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

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

out here is going to make

was not as if Isaac did

was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy

was a declaration to all

he refused to confront

circumstances prevented him from lying

inaudible, “Get it done, James.

Irene’s face,

James and mortician left, however, Isaac’s

bigwig who faced his own

it turned out that

pain was profound,

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

then and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing

she was in the middle

us.”