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.”

gaze darkened and there was a brief flash

could not even die with the

said, “I’d suggest moving her to the morgue

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

they would just put the ice casket

mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here is going to make

if Isaac did not know

placed in a casket, he would lose whatever

to the morgue was a declaration to all that she was

to confront

present circumstances prevented him

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

the mortician could not restore Irene’s face,

and mortician left, however, Isaac’s back slowly

no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced his own family’s abandonment with

utterly vulnerable, for it turned out that he felt pain and misery

that pain was profound, suffocating

He also applied a special powder that would stall putrefaction before they put the body into the casket.

Ricky Spencer

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 that ugly thing be her? My

and clasped a hand

the explosion, and she was in the middle of

us.”