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

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his mom

a pang

Freya and Radley standing in the

today. There are family

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

looking at Freya’s belly

I heard that Florin has customs

a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson

situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia,

a mortician, but the mortician expressed

clenched her

the assistant’s words and covered

have one last look

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and

Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

Wilson turned to look at Freya,

son is not a

from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also

and Amy also looked up at

more professional mortician in Caltun

let Amy see her son once

on the bed, burst into

indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

reassured, looking at

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

take

Freya brought Pearson to

the table,

needed to

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

most troublesome part was

face was completely

asked Wilson for a photo

asked everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained

hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed

began to lean forward, meticulously repairing

on Pearson.