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.

and Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just a

mention Pearson’s

is gone. He doesn’t want his

pang

and Radley standing

for your help today. There are family matters and matters

on the

looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender eyes.

I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women

a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person

assistant.

Wilson in Iternian.

transported him back to Iternia, it would

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw

clenched her

the assistant’s words and covered her face,

have one last

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and

tightened her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s embalmer.”

fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at

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

University with a degree in forensic

and Amy also

be a more professional mortician in Caltun

her son once again

on the bed, burst into

had indeed. heard at the mortuary

vacation.

“on leave” by the mortuary, but that was not important.

the end, Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

Freya reassured, looking

knew she

body would probably take a day and

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

she placed Pearson on the

arm needed to be

be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed

troublesome part was

was

a photo of

asked everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the embalming room.

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s