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.

the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed.

to mention Pearson’s name

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

a pang

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

are family matters and

at Amy on the

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with

that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not

rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to

even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be

mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician

clenched

assistant’s words and covered her

we even have one

the emotions of the living and the

Wilson, if you

to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion and

but my son is not a toy. I need to

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

also

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

let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart in

bed, burst into

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

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary,

the end,

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

shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

reassured,

about any customs. She knew she was

take

brought

the table, she examined him

whole arm needed to be

to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

part was

face was completely

Wilson for

asked everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm

she began to lean forward,

on Pearson.