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.”

and there was a brief flash of disappointment in

die with the way she looked

the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving her

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

the freezer, and they would just put the ice casket inside soon after -it

agreed. “Leaving her out here is going to make

was not as if Isaac did not know that.

he would lose whatever fantasy he had

was a declaration to all that

he refused to

that as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying

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

face, he did not have

however, Isaac’s

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

out that he

was profound,

James returned 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

Ricky Spencer suddenly barged in.

was somehow informed, and dropped limply to the floor when 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

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

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 was otherwise, but

us.”