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.

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

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in

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

a pang of

looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs.

Freya’s

Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate

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

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

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

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

tightly clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words

even have one last look at

emotions of the living and the dignity of

her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze

but my son is not a toy. I need to hire

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 prefer someone familiar to arrange his

Amy also looked up

a more professional

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

on the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

“on leave” by the mortuary, but that

end, Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

pregnant belly, filled with

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

She knew

the body would probably take a day and a

brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the

whole arm needed to be

the missing flesh and skin needed to

troublesome part

was completely

asked Wilson for a

to leave, so only she and

hands, Freya first set

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

on Pearson.