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.

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

mention Pearson’s name

the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his

felt a pang

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in

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

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

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

foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

to

transported him back to Iternia, it

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

clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s words

even have one last look at

of the living and the

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me,

silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

son is not a toy. I need to hire the most.

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

froze, and Amy also looked

a more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

her son once again and allow

the bed,

he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was

vacation.

forcibly “on leave”

the end, Wilson

expression turned cold.

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

fine,” Freya reassured, looking

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

would probably take

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to

Pearson on the table, she

whole arm needed to

and the missing flesh and

most troublesome part was the

face was completely

Wilson for a photo

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

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm

she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could still

on Pearson.