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.

at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just a

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

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

felt a

Freya and Radley

you both for your help today. There are family matters and matters

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy on

looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs where pregnant women should not participate

when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson

and even if they transported him back to Iternia,

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched

the assistant’s words and covered

we even have one

the living and the dignity of

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be

silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion and

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

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

also looked up

won’t be a more

once

bed, burst

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

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but

end, Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

pregnant belly, filled with deep

Freya reassured,

about any customs. She knew she

body would probably take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to

she placed Pearson on the table, she

needed to be

to be straightened, and the missing flesh and

part was

face was

Wilson for a

so only she and Pearson

her hands, Freya first

to lean forward, meticulously repairing what

on Pearson.