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

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

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

a

Freya

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

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

Freya’s belly with

Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate in

when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

to Wilson in

dire, and even if they transported him back

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their

clenched her

assistant’s words and covered her face,

even have one last look at

the living and the

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

to look at Freya, his gaze showing

is not a toy. I need to hire the most.

and said, “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 his final

froze, and Amy also looked

a more professional mortician in Caltun

see her son once

the bed, burst

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

vacation.

her lips. She was forcibly “on leave”

the end, Wilson

turned cold. “Freya, have you

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

Freya reassured, looking at

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

the body would probably take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined him

needed to be

to be straightened, and the missing flesh and

troublesome part was the

face was completely

asked Wilson for

to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya

and gloves as she began to lean forward,

on Pearson.