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.”

there was a brief flash of disappointment in

could not even die with the way she looked before?

“I’d suggest moving her

had been trying to say the same thing for a while, so he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here

set up the freezer, and they would

here is going to make

if Isaac

casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had been holding on to before.

a declaration to all that she was dead.

now, he refused to confront that

it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying to

“Get it done, James.

the mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he did not

left, however, Isaac’s back slowly arched.

no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced

for it turned out that he felt pain and

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

way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s shirt.

clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing

a fuss,” he 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 middle of it. They also fished

us.”