The Runaway Groom

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Chapter 433

The doctor appeared very apologetic and regretful. "We've done our best, but her injuries were too extensive..."

James's heart skipped a beat and he promptly turned toward Isaac, whose face contorted with emotion. Knowing

that he was treading on thin ice, he said, "Mr. Jefferson..."

"Are you kidding me?" Isaac growled straight out of his throat.

The doctor appeared apprehensive but said, "We won’t joke about something like this, sir,"

Isaac did not want to believe it, but the doctor's words were clear.

His neck was straight and stiff as his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly.

"You have to calm down, Mr. Jefferson." James tried to reason with him, but it did not work-if there was one moment

when Isaac could not calm down, it was this.

He strode toward the operating room, but he stopped at the doorway after he opened the doors, his legs seemed

to turn into lead just then.

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All the doctors who took part in the surgery all stood in a row beside the surgical table, each of them keeping their

heads down.

Stephen Carr stood at the front, his head lowered like the others and not about to talk to Isaac.

Silence was the best thing to do at a time like this.

As for Isaac, he could see the body on the surgical table from the doorway.

There were still tubes attached to it, and the face was thoroughly burned and disfigured.

Isaac's eyes were red. Reluctant to believe that it was Irene lying on the table, he laughed icily, "Are you trying to

trick me with another corpse?!"

Stephen's heart skipped a beat-how could he tell?!

The face was supposed to be disfigured beyond recognition!

Stephen then looked up and saw that Isaac was doing his best to hide his emotion, and knew right then that he did

not actually know that the body was not Irene's.

Isaac was just in denial-refusing to accept the truth that Irene was dead.

Mustering his courage, Stephen said, "We've done our best, but I'm afraid we can't do anything. Her injuries were

too extensive..."

Isaac leveled a sharp, murderous glare at him right then. "Or is it just because you're incompetent?!"

Stephen did not retort-doing so right now would only make things worse, and the situation might spiral out of

control.

At the same time, Isaac swept a cutting glare over every doctor present and walked up to the surgical table-the

face of the body lying on it was simply unrecognizable.

His breath left his lungs, and he started to suffocate as his whole body stiffened and trembled.

l-lt was not her.

He refused to believe it.

He remembered a red birthmark on her right shoulder.

He pulled down the blue sheet covering the body, but saw that the shoulder was thoroughly burned.

He could not tell...

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On the other hand, James was worried that Isaac would lose control and get hostile against the doctors. Hence,

despite knowing that Isaac was in a foul mood right now, he withstood the pressure and said, "No one wanted this

to happen, but it did anyway. There's still a lot of things you have to decide-for example, what should we do with Ian

Jefferson?"

Although he was attempting to divert Isaac's attention, he did not know that Isaac had lost his usual calmness and

composure.

This was not the man of foresight and vision he knew.

"Kill him," Isaac snarled.

James gasped-lsaac would never have said that before.

Even if he wanted Ian dead, he would have devised a legal, logical move since murder was a crime regardless.

"We could come up with some way to torment him," James suggested.

Isaac, however, was not playing along.

"All of you-out," he said quietly.

James was still worried. "Mr. Jefferson..."

"Out!"

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