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 Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed.

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

a pang

looking at Freya and Radley

today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

hands tightly, looking at Amy on the

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

Florin has customs where pregnant

having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

understood that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it

to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s

even have one last

for the emotions of the living and the dignity

said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

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

my son is not a

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

Amy also looked up

“There won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

son once again

on the bed,

He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was currently

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary,

the end, Wilson reluctantly

cold.

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured, looking at

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

take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to the

the table, she examined

whole arm needed to

areas had to be straightened, and the

part

face was

for a

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

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first

wore a mask and gloves as she began to lean forward,

on Pearson.