The Runaway Groom
Chapter 438

Chapter 438

Nonetheless, James hurried to Isaac's side. “Sir.”

Isaac glanced at him briefly and asked, “Did you replace 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 wasdressed formally over his exceedingly fair skin. Also, there wassomething shady about that face even though he clearly appearedsolemn.

“Sir, who is this gentleman?”

Isaac did not answer, and instead headed straight inside the operatingroom with the man.

James followed, curious.

The man first put down his box and opened it, taking out a pair ofgloves and wearing it before pulling off the sheet placed over Irene’shead.

He frowned when he saw the face. “...I don't think I can do anythinghere. Burn scars only regenerate on living tissue, but if she’s dead, Ican't restore her face.”

In reality, he was the best mortician Isaac had found to reconstructcadavers so that they would look their best before they were buried.Despite his specialty in reinvigorating cold bodies and bestowing uponthem eternal beauty, he was shaking his head. “The damage is tooextensive. I can't do much here.”

Isaac's gaze darkened and there was a brief flash of disappointment inhis eyes.

She could not even die with the way she looked before?

That was when the mortician said, “I'd suggest moving her to themorgue soon.”

James had been trying to say the same thing for a while, so he quicklyechoed, “Yeah, or we could put her in an ice casket if you don't want toleave her here in the hospital. We could bring her to the castle now, infact.”

They just had to wait until Stan set up the freezer, and they would justput the ice casket inside soon after -it should last a while.

“Yes,” the mortician agreed. “Leaving her out here is going to make hervulnerable to damage.”

It was not as if Isaac did not know that.

However, once Irene’s body was placed in a casket, he would losewhatever fantasy he had been holding on to before.

Even to send her to the morgue was a declaration to all that she wasdead.

Even now, he refused to confront that reality.

Be that as it may, present circumstances prevented him from lying tohimself.

Turning around, he spoke almost inaudible, “Get it done, James. Nowleave us be.”

Since the mortician could not restore Irene’s face, he did not have tostay.

As James and mortician left, however, Isaac's back slowly arched.Right now, he was no longer the high—and-mighty bigwig who faced hisown family’s abandonment with composure.

He was utterly vulnerable, for it turned out that he felt pain and miserytoo.

And that pain was profound, suffocating and silent.

Soon, James returned with the ice casket, while the mortician fixed upIrene’s body however he could. He also applied a special powder thatwould stall putrefaction before they put the body into the casket.

That was when Ricky Spencer suddenly barged in.

He was somehow informed, and dropped limply to the floor when hesaw the unrecognizable body. “No. No way, it can’t be her...” hemurmured, and grabbed the hem of James's shirt. “It's not Irene, right?How could that ugly thing be her? My sister is so beautiful...”

James dropped to a crouch right then and clasped a hand over hismouth, shushing him.

“Don’t make a fuss,” he said, meeting Ricky's gaze. “I wasn't therewhen 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 riverimmediately afterward, so there's no mistaking it-we all wish it wasotherwise, but it's reality. She's left

us.”

Ricky glared at James with stubborn, red eyes, leaving him sighing.“What's the point in glaring at me?”

Ricky pried his hand off. “Who did this?"

“lan Jefferson,” James replied.

“Where is he?" Ricky asked.

“I can send someone to take you to him.”

“Make that right now.” Ricky clenched his fists, looking ready to killsomeone.

James knew that Ricky needed to vent at the moment, and letting himbeat up lan would be cathartic for everyone.

“Do whatever you want, but you have to keep him alive,” James toldhim.

Ricky growled, “He should be dead already.”

“I know, but it's not up to you no matter how much he deserves it. Iwon't let you see him if you can't agree to that much.”

“Fine,” Ricky breathed through clenched teeth.

Beckoning to one of his boys, James said, “Take him there.”

Soon, Ricky was brought to where lan was kept, when he suddenlyreceived a call.

He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped!