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 of disappointment

even die with the way she looked before?

when the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving her to the

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

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

her out here is going to make her

not as if Isaac did not know that.

would lose whatever fantasy he

send her to the morgue was a declaration to all

refused to confront that

it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying to

around, he spoke almost inaudible, “Get it

the mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he did not have to stay.

mortician left, however, Isaac’s back

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

vulnerable, for it turned out that

pain was profound,

ice casket, while 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

Ricky Spencer suddenly barged in.

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

to a crouch right then and clasped a hand over his mouth,

happened, but the people who were there saw the explosion, and she was in the middle of it. They

us.”