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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

felt a pang of

looking at Freya and Radley

There are family matters

at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

Florin has customs where pregnant

foreigner rushed in through the door.

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to

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

clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s

have one last look at

the

tightened her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be

silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

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

in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to

and Amy also looked up at

won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun

Amy see her son once again and

on the bed,

at the mortuary that

vacation.

her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the

end, Wilson

turned cold.

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured, looking at

customs. She knew she was pregnant, but

probably take a day and

approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she

needed to

straightened, and the missing flesh and

troublesome part

face was completely

for a photo of

to leave, so only she and Pearson

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

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

on Pearson.