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,

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

murmured, “Pearson is gone.

felt a pang

at Freya

help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

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

at Freya’s belly with incredibly

I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women

having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door.

assistant.

to Wilson

dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

tightly clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her face,

we even have one last look at

of the living and the

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if

turned to look

appreciate your suggestion, but my son is

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

and Amy also looked up at

more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart in

bed, burst

indeed. heard at the mortuary that the

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

the end, Wilson reluctantly

cold. “Freya, have you

towards her pregnant belly, filled with

reassured,

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

the body would probably take a day and a

Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined him

arm needed to be

the missing flesh and skin needed to be

most troublesome part was

was completely

Wilson for

only she and Pearson remained in the

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya

a mask and gloves as she began to

on Pearson.