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.

hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

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

a pang of

looking at Freya and Radley standing in

help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to

her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

at Freya’s belly

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

rushed in through

assistant.

Wilson in

if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to

but the mortician expressed their inability

clenched

assistant’s words and

even have one last look at

the living and the dignity of the

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to

and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

but my son is not

her lips and 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

and Amy also

be a more professional mortician in Caltun than me. I

son once again and

on the bed, burst into tears.

explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled

vacation.

leave” by the mortuary, but that

the end, Wilson reluctantly

turned cold. “Freya,

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

fine,” Freya reassured, looking

She knew she

probably take a day

brought

she placed Pearson on the table, she

whole arm needed

the missing flesh and

troublesome part was the

was completely “lost.”

for a photo

only she and Pearson remained in the embalming room.

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set