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.

stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little,

one dared to mention Pearson’s

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

felt a

looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

for your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs.

looking at Freya’s belly with

Florin has customs where

conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

now dire, and even if they transported

assistant went to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s final

tightly clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered

we even have one last look

emotions of the living and the

grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing

but 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

Amy also

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

Amy see her son once again and allow

bed,

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

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the

end, Wilson reluctantly

turned cold. “Freya,

pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

reassured, looking at

customs. She knew she was pregnant, but

the body would probably take a

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson

the table,

arm needed to

and the missing flesh and

troublesome part was the

was completely

asked Wilson for a

to leave, so only she

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed

wore a mask and gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what

on Pearson.