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

mention Pearson’s

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson

a

up, looking at Freya

family matters and matters of cooperation to

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

looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate in such

conversation when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

and even if they transported him back

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s final

clenched her

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and

have one last

the living and the dignity

if you trust me,

look at Freya, his gaze showing

my son is not a toy.

forensic

and Amy also looked

“There won’t be a more professional

let Amy see her son once

bed,

indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave”

end, Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya,

belly, filled with

reassured, looking

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

take

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought

she placed Pearson on the

needed to be

the missing

troublesome part

was

for a

asked everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the embalming

in her hands, Freya first

to lean forward, meticulously

on Pearson.