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

dared to mention Pearson’s name in

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

a pang

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

your help today. There are family matters and

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

Freya’s belly

has customs

conversation when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson

was now dire, and even if they transported him back

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

clenched

the assistant’s words and covered

have one last look

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

if

Wilson turned to look at

your suggestion, but my son is not

graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone

and Amy also

a more professional mortician

see her son once again and

bed,

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

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave”

the end,

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

did not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant,

take a

Freya brought

the table, she examined

whole arm needed to

and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

part

was

Wilson for

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

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

a mask and gloves as she began to lean

on Pearson.