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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name

hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is

felt a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya

family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another

at Amy on the bed, “I’m

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant

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

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

transported him back to

but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched her

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words

we even have one

cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

Wilson, if you trust

to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

suggestion, but my son is not

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 final

and Amy also looked up at

a more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

let Amy see her son once again and

on the bed, burst

hesitated momentarily. He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled

vacation.

forcibly “on leave”

end, Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold.

shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured, looking at

about any customs. She knew she was pregnant,

would probably take a day and

brought

the table, she examined

whole arm needed

and the missing flesh and skin

most troublesome part was the

was

Wilson for

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

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could still be

on Pearson.