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.

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.

felt a

stood up, looking at Freya and

are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another

at Amy on the bed,

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

that Florin has customs where pregnant women should

rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

to Wilson

understood that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

clenched her

assistant’s words

can’t we even have one last look at

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

said, “Mr. Wilson, if

and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing

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

a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional

Amy also looked up

a more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

to let Amy see her son once again and

the bed, burst into

he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that

vacation.

“on leave” by the

end, Wilson reluctantly

turned cold. “Freya, have you really

pregnant belly, filled with deep

Freya reassured, looking

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

body would probably take

Freya brought

on the

whole arm needed to

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

troublesome part was

face was

Wilson for a

she and Pearson remained in

in her hands, Freya

a mask and gloves as she began to lean forward,

on Pearson.