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.

Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally

mention Pearson’s name

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson

a

at Freya and Radley standing

family matters and matters

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

Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs where pregnant women should not participate in

when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This

assistant.

to Wilson

they transported him back to Iternia, it

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they

tightly clenched

assistant’s

can’t we even have one

of the living

said, “Mr. Wilson, if

Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion and

my son is not a toy. I need to

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

Amy also looked up

more professional mortician in Caltun

son once again and allow

on the bed, burst

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

vacation.

forcibly “on leave”

end, Wilson reluctantly

turned cold. “Freya, have

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled

reassured,

customs. She knew she was

probably take a

Freya brought Pearson to

on the

needed

had to be straightened, and the

most troublesome part was

face was completely

for a photo of

asked everyone to leave, so only she

fluid in her hands,

mask and gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously

on Pearson.