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.

and

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

“Pearson is gone.

felt a

at Freya and Radley standing

There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

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

at Freya’s belly with

customs where pregnant women should not participate in

when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

transported him back to Iternia, it would be

Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched her

nearby, heard the assistant’s words and

even have one last

of the

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

look at Freya,

suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to hire the most.

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

also

serious. “There won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

let Amy see her son once

bed, burst into

roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave”

end, Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

pregnant belly, filled with

Freya reassured,

did not care about any customs. She knew she was

would probably take a day and a

approval, Freya brought Pearson to

she placed Pearson on the table, she

needed to be

areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and

part

was

for a

everyone to leave, so only she and

hands, Freya

gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what

on Pearson.