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.

and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

“Pearson

felt a

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

for your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

hands tightly, looking at Amy

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should

a foreigner rushed

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported

mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they

tightly clenched her

the assistant’s words and covered her face,

even have

the living and the

tightened her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me,

turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to hire

“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 prefer someone familiar to arrange his

froze, and Amy also

be a more

son once again and

on the bed, burst into

at the

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson

expression turned cold.

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

reassured,

She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition was

the body would probably take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to

she placed Pearson on the table,

arm needed to

and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

troublesome part was the

was completely

Wilson for a photo

everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in

the embalming fluid in her hands,

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

on Pearson.