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

mention Pearson’s name in front

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his

pang

looking at Freya and Radley standing in

today. There are family matters and matters

at Amy on

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant

when a foreigner rushed in through the door.

assistant.

Wilson

was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it

but the mortician expressed their inability when

clenched her hands.

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her

one last look at

for the emotions of the living and the

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s embalmer.”

Wilson turned to look at

is not a toy. I need to hire the

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 final appearance.”

also

turned serious. “There won’t be a more professional mortician in

her son once again and allow Pearson to depart in peace.”

on the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was not

end, Wilson

cold. “Freya, have you really

towards her pregnant belly, filled with

reassured,

She knew she was pregnant,

take a

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought

on the

needed to

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing

most troublesome part was the face.

was completely “lost.”

for a photo

only she and

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya