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.”

gaze darkened and there was a brief flash of disappointment

with the way she looked

suggest moving

he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here in the hospital. We could bring her to the

set up the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket

out here is going

was not as if Isaac did not know

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

morgue was a declaration to all that she was

to confront

it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying to himself.

inaudible, “Get it done, James. Now leave us

face,

mortician left, however,

longer the high–and–mighty bigwig

out that he felt pain and misery

was profound, suffocating and

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

was when Ricky Spencer suddenly

her…” he murmured,

crouch right then and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing him.

in the middle of it. They

us.”

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255