My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

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

Pearson’s name in front of Amy.

Amy murmured, “Pearson is

a pang of

and Radley standing in

help today. There are family matters and

at Amy on the bed, “I’m

Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs

rushed in through the

assistant.

to Wilson

they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best

to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

clenched her hands.

nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her

have one last look at him?”

cared for the emotions of the living and the

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

to look at Freya, his

Kaufmann, I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to

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

also looked up

a more professional mortician in Caltun than

see her son once again

the bed, burst into

He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was currently on

vacation.

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

Wilson

“Freya, have you really

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

reassured, looking at

any customs. She knew she

the body would probably take a

brought Pearson to the mortuary.

she placed Pearson on the table, she examined him

needed to

be straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part was

face was completely “lost.”

asked Wilson for a photo of Pearson.

leave, so only she and

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm aside.