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 calmed. down

Pearson’s

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

a pang

at Freya and

for your help today. There are family matters and

looking at Amy on the bed,

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with

that Florin has customs where pregnant women

a foreigner rushed in through the door.

assistant.

spoke to

now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her face,

we even have one last

of the

grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want

room fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze

son is not a toy. I

“Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange

and Amy also looked up

won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

let Amy see her son once again

on the bed, burst

heard at the mortuary that the

vacation.

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

the end,

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

belly, filled

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

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

the body would probably take a day

Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she

whole arm needed to be

areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed

part

was completely

for a

she and Pearson remained in the

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya

gloves as she began to lean forward,

on Pearson.