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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name in

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone.

felt a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley

family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed,

at Freya’s

and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate in

foreigner rushed in through the door. This person

assistant.

to Wilson

if they transported him

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

tightly clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s words

even have one last look at

cared for the emotions of the living and

if you trust me,

Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

my son is not a toy. I need to hire

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

and Amy also

won’t be a more professional mortician in

son once again and allow

the bed,

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

vacation.

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

end, Wilson

expression turned cold.

pregnant belly,

Freya reassured,

care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

take a day and

brought Pearson to the

she placed Pearson on the table, she

arm needed to be

straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part was

was

asked Wilson for a photo of

she and Pearson remained

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm

to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could

on Pearson.