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

mention Pearson’s name in front

hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is

felt a pang of

at Freya and Radley

are family

Amy on the bed,

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s

Florin has customs where pregnant women should

conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door.

assistant.

spoke to

transported him

a mortician, but the mortician

tightly clenched her

nearby, heard the assistant’s

can’t we even have

for the emotions of the living

Wilson, if

turned to look at

son is not a toy. I need to hire the

her 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 Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange his

also looked up

more

to let Amy see her son once

bed,

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

vacation.

leave” by

the end,

turned cold. “Freya, have you

belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured,

not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but

take a day and

brought

on the table, she

arm needed to

straightened, and the missing flesh and

most troublesome part was

face was completely

asked Wilson for a photo

so only she and Pearson remained in

hands,

gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what

on Pearson.