My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 208 It’s Not Good for a Pregnant Woman to Do Such Things

Freya had worked at the mortuary for a long time and had seen all kinds of departed souls. But the one before her could only be described as utterly tragic.

Wilson seemed to have suffered a severe blow. He sat alone in a corner, one hand clutching at his hair as if he wanted to pull off his entire scalp.

“We, as a couple, have always been kind to others. Why would something like this happen?”

“My son, my dear son-”

Freya lifted the sheet for a glance and quickly covered it again.

There was a commotion at the door, and Amy’s cries filled the air. She had cried until she had no strength left, and despite the nurses’ attempts to stop her, she still rushed in.

“Let me see my son, my Pearson-

Pearson Wilson, the son of Duke Morton Wilson.

At the age of nineteen, he lay here.

Freya supported Amy, trying to lead her back to the hospital room to rest.

But Amy shook her head vigorously. She struggled to approach the bed.

Freya understood why Amy fainted at first glance.

Any mother would collapse after seeing her son’s mangled body torn in two and covered in blood and flesh.

Young Wilson seemed to have been thrown out of the car, crushed and dragged for a long distance to the point where his face was almost unrecognizable.

He even lost an arm.

Amid her overwhelming grief, Amy did not even care who was in front of her.

Anyone between her and her son had to step aside and let her see him.

Freya had some skills, but her body became cumbersome after getting pregnant.

A mother who lost her child possessed boundless strength.

Amy almost pushed Freya down.

Wilson hurriedly got up from the corner and stood before the pushing bed.

“Amy, Amy, you should go back now.”

Amy’s tears kept flowing. Her voice was hoarse, and she cried with exhaustion. “I want to see my son. I want to see my son.”

Wilson nodded repeatedly. “You will see him.”

Sometimes, people had to face harsh änd relentless reality.

at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and

dared to mention Pearson’s name

hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his

a pang

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in

today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s

Florin has customs where pregnant

rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson in

they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw

clenched

heard the assistant’s words and

even have one last look at

the living and

grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if

Wilson turned to look at

my son is not a toy.

from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson

also looked up

won’t be a more professional mortician

once again and allow Pearson to depart

bed,

in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

the end,

turned cold.

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

Freya reassured,

not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

body would probably take a day

Freya brought Pearson to

the table,

whole arm needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing

troublesome part was

was

for

only she and

fluid in her hands, Freya first set

began to lean forward, meticulously

on Pearson.