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.

until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a pang of

Freya and Radley

family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another

at Amy on the

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

has customs where pregnant

having a conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

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

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

clenched

the assistant’s words and

can’t we even have

cared for the emotions of the living and the

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

look at Freya, his gaze

suggestion, but my son is not a

said, “Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also

Amy also looked up

a more professional mortician in Caltun than me. I

her son once again and

on the bed, burst

He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that

vacation.

forcibly “on leave” by

end, Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured,

about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition

the body would probably take a

approval, Freya brought

she placed Pearson on the table, she examined

whole arm needed

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing

troublesome part was the

face was completely

for a photo of

asked everyone to leave, so only she

fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed

as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could still be

on Pearson.