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 little, but

dared to mention Pearson’s name in

murmured, “Pearson is gone.

a

at Freya

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

at Amy on the bed,

Freya’s

customs

conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to

even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would

a mortician, but

clenched

assistant’s words and covered her

have one last look at

of the living and the dignity

said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

your suggestion, but my son is not a

in forensic medicine, and I am also

froze, and Amy also looked

be a more

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

bed,

roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

the end, Wilson reluctantly

cold. “Freya, have you

belly, filled with deep

reassured,

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

probably take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to

placed Pearson on the table, she examined him

needed to be

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

part

face was

Wilson for a photo of

asked everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained

in her hands, Freya

a mask and gloves as she began to

on Pearson.