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.

afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just

to mention Pearson’s name in front

Amy murmured, “Pearson

felt a

at Freya and

your help today. There are family matters and

hands tightly, looking at Amy on the

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with

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

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

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

but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s final

clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and covered her

even have one last

for the emotions of the living and the dignity

her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if

silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

Kaufmann, I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not

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

froze, and Amy also looked up at

be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

see her son once again and

on the bed, burst

Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

end, Wilson

cold. “Freya,

pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

did not care about any customs. She knew she was

take a day and

Freya brought Pearson to the

she placed Pearson on the table,

needed to be

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

part was

face was completely

Wilson for

leave, so only she and Pearson remained

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set

to lean

on Pearson.