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

could not even die with the way

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

thing for a while, so he quickly echoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want

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

here is

not as if Isaac

once Irene’s body was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had

morgue was a declaration to all that she was dead.

he refused to confront that

as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying

he spoke almost inaudible, “Get it done, James.

restore Irene’s face, he

and mortician left, however,

the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced his own family’s abandonment

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

profound, suffocating and silent.

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

Spencer suddenly barged

the unrecognizable body. “No. No way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem of

then and clasped a hand

when it happened, but the people who were there saw the explosion, and she was in the middle of it. They also fished her out of

us.”