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.

afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed.

to mention Pearson’s name in front of

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

felt a pang

Freya and Radley standing in

you both for your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy on

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

that Florin has customs where pregnant

a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to

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

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

clenched

the assistant’s words and

even have one last look

the living and the dignity of the

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

look at Freya, his gaze showing some

Kaufmann, I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need

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

and Amy also

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

to let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson

the bed, burst

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

vacation.

forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary,

end, Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya,

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

Freya reassured, looking at

about any customs. She knew

would probably take a

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

placed Pearson on the table, she

arm needed to be

straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

part was

face was completely

for

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

hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could still be

on Pearson.