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. down a little, but just a

Pearson’s

Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone.

a pang

at Freya and Radley standing in the

are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another

her hands tightly, looking at Amy

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

even if they transported him back to

find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and covered her

have one last look at

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and the

Wilson, if you trust

and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

son is not a toy. I need to hire the most.

a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician.

and Amy also looked up at

be a more professional mortician in Caltun than me. I

once again

the bed, burst

explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was currently

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by the

end,

turned cold.

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured, looking at

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

would probably take

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought

on the table,

whole arm needed to be

the missing flesh and skin needed

troublesome part was the

was completely

Wilson for

to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in

fluid in her hands, Freya first set

mask and gloves as she began to lean

on Pearson.