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 of disappointment in his

not even die with the way she looked

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

or we could put her in an ice casket if you don’t want to leave her here in the hospital.

just had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would just

is going to make her

was not as if Isaac did not

placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy he had

was a declaration to all that she was dead.

to confront

present circumstances prevented him

inaudible, “Get it done,

not restore Irene’s face, he

and mortician left, however, Isaac’s back slowly

now, he was no longer the high–and–mighty bigwig who faced

turned out that he felt pain and

that pain was profound, suffocating and silent.

body however he could. He also applied a special powder that would

when Ricky Spencer

he murmured, and grabbed the hem of James’s shirt. “It’s not Irene, right? How could that ugly thing be

then and clasped a hand

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

us.”