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.”

was a brief flash of disappointment

could not even die with the way she looked before?

the mortician said, “I’d suggest moving

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

up the freezer, and they would just put

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

Isaac did not know

was placed in a casket, he would lose whatever fantasy

morgue was a declaration to all that she was dead.

to confront

present circumstances prevented him from lying

inaudible, “Get it done, James.

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

mortician left, however, Isaac’s back

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

it turned out that

that pain was profound, suffocating

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

when Ricky Spencer

way, it can’t be her…” he murmured, and grabbed the hem

dropped to a crouch right then and clasped a hand over

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 her out of the river immediately afterward, so there’s no mistaking it–we all

us.”