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.”

brief flash

with the way

suggest moving her to the morgue soon.”

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 in the hospital. We could

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

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

was not as if Isaac did not know

body was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had been holding on to

morgue was a declaration to

now, he refused to confront that

circumstances

it done, James. Now leave

Irene’s face, he did not have to stay.

James and mortician left, however, Isaac’s back

high–and–mighty bigwig who faced his own family’s abandonment with composure.

out

was profound, suffocating and

the ice casket, while the mortician fixed up Irene’s body however he could. He also applied a special powder that would stall

Spencer suddenly barged

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

then and clasped a hand over his mouth, shushing

who were 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 it’s

us.”