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.

afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little,

Pearson’s name in front of

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is

a

up, looking at Freya and

help today. There are family matters and matters

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

at Freya’s belly with

are pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs where

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

to

transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare his

mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s

tightly clenched

the assistant’s words and covered her

can’t we even have one last look

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

“Mr. Wilson, if you

turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

is not a toy.

pursed her lips and said, “Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would

also looked

serious. “There won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

to let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart in

bed,

heard at

vacation.

forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but

end,

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

her pregnant belly,

reassured, looking

did not care about any customs. She knew

body would probably take a day

approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

the

whole arm needed to be

and the

part

face was

for a

to leave, so only she and Pearson

her hands, Freya first

and gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what

on Pearson.