You Are My Mr Right

Evan hurriedly approached, “Mr Silverton.”

Elijah glanced at him and asked, “Have you found a place?”

Evan replied, “Yes, we’ve found one. It should be ready within a day or two.”

Elijah nodded expressionlessly.

Evan looked at the man beside him, dressed in a suit, with unnaturally fair skin and a serious expression that seemed a bit gloomy for someone who should be sunny.

“Mr Silverton, who is he…?”

Elijah did not answer him. Instead, he walked into the operating room with the man. Curious, Evan followed. The man placed the suitcase aside and opened it. He put on a pair of gloves and then lifted the cloth covering Freya’s face. As he saw the burned appearance, his eyebrows furrowed. “This… it’s unlikely to be restored to its original state. These are burns. If she were alive, we could do skin grafting and regenerate the skin. But for the deceased, it’s not possible. I can’t fix her appearance.”

Elijah had sought out the best embalmer, also known as a mortician. Their profession was to restore the deceased to their pre-death state. They would fix the facial features and body, trying to restore them as much as possible. It could also be called applying makeup and arranging the deceased. The embalmer was here to revive a lifeless person, giving her eternal beauty.

“She was severely injured, and there’s not much I can do,” the embalmer said.

Elijah’s eyes darkened, a touch of disappointment flickering across his gaze.

Couldn’t she even be restored to her former appearance?

“I suggest we place the body in the mortuary as soon as possible,” the embalmer continued.

Evan seized the opportunity and quickly agreed, “Yes, yes. If you don’t want to keep her at the hospital, we can move her to the villa in an ice coffin.”

And once Xander finishes repairing the cold storage, we can simply push the ice coffin inside. It should last for a while.

The embalmer added, “This would be beneficial for preservation. If left untreated, it could easily deteriorate.”

Elijah knew that leaving her like this wasn’t good, but once he did it, he couldn’t harbor any illusions or hopes.

Once she was in the mortuary, it would be an announcement to everyone that she was gone.

She was dead.

She wouldn’t be there anymore.

Until now, Elijah refused to face it directly. But the current situation didn’t allow him to continue deceiving himself. He turned away, his voice low and restrained, “Evan, you take care of it. Everyone, please leave.”

With her appearance unable to be restored, there was no need for the embalmer to stay either.

Evan and the embalmer exited, leaving Elijah with a slightly bent back. At this moment, he was not the towering Elijah who could calmly handle being abandoned by his family.

At this moment, Elijah appeared so fragile. It turned out he could also feel pain.

And sorrow. His pain was heavy, suppressed and silent.

Before long, Evan brought the ice coffin, and the embalmer arranged her appearance, sprinkling a special powder on the body to prevent decay, finally placing her properly.

Zane heard the news from somewhere and rushed over. Seeing the unrecognizable corpse, he was paralyzed with fear.

“No, no, this can’t be her…”

He grabbed Evan’s clothes, “This isn’t my sister, right? How could someone so ugly be my sister? Freya is beautiful…”

Evan crouched down and covered his mouth. He told him to lower his voice.

“At the time of the explosion, I wasn’t there, but someone was. They saw Freya being blown up, and they were the ones who pulled her out of the river. There’s no mistake. Of course, we all hope she’s still alive, but the fact is, she’s dead,” Evan looked at him. “Don’t make a scene here.”

Zane stared at him stubbornly, his eyes red.

Evan sighed, “Staring at me won’t do any good.”

Zane pulled away from his grip, “Who caused this to her?”

“Thorne,” Evan answered.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Where is he?” Zane asked.

“I can arrange for you to meet him.”

“I want to go now.” Zane clenched his fists, exuding an aura of wanting to beat someone to death.

Evan knew that Zane needed to vent his anger at this moment, to let him beat Thorne and release their frustrations.

“You can handle it however you want, but make sure you leave him alive. Don’t kill him,” Evan instructed.

Zane said, “He deserves to die.”

“I know he deserves to die, but even if he does, it’s not for you to decide. If you can’t promise me, I won’t let anyone take you to see him.”

Zane gritted his teeth, “Fine.”

Evan called his subordinate, “Take him there.”

Soon, Zane was taken to the place where Thorne was being held. However, at that moment, he received a phone call. And he was shocked, his jaw almost dropped.