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.

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

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

felt a pang of

looking at Freya and Radley standing

your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

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

at Freya’s belly with

heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should

foreigner rushed in through the door. This

assistant.

to Wilson

even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to

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

tightly clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and covered her

even have one last look

the

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

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

appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not

Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar

and Amy also looked up at

a more professional mortician in Caltun than

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

on the bed, burst into

momentarily. He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary

vacation.

leave” by

the end, Wilson

turned cold.

belly, filled with deep concern and

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

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

would probably take a day and a

Freya brought

placed Pearson on the table, she examined

whole arm needed

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to

most troublesome part

face was

asked Wilson for

only she and Pearson

hands, Freya

began to lean forward, meticulously repairing

on Pearson.