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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name

Amy murmured, “Pearson is

felt a pang of

looking at Freya and

both for your help today. There are family

hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs.

Freya’s belly

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

when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

to Wilson in

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

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

tightly clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s

we even have one last look

for the emotions of the

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if

look at

suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I

lips and said, “Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe

Amy also

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

Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart

the bed, burst into

had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a

vacation.

leave” by the mortuary, but that was not

end,

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

belly, filled with deep

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

would probably take a day and a

brought Pearson to the

the table,

needed to be

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part

face was completely

Wilson for a

so only she

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

she began to lean forward, meticulously

on Pearson.