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.

stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his mom anymore.”

a pang of

at Freya and

today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss another day.”

on the

at Freya’s belly with

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

conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was Wilson’s

assistant.

to Wilson

now dire, and even if they transported him back

mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s final

clenched

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

have one

the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s embalmer.”

at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion and anger.

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

misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional

and Amy also looked up

“There won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

to let Amy see her son once again

the bed, burst into tears.

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

vacation.

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

Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have you really

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and worry.

reassured, looking at Redley.

she was

take a day and

brought Pearson to the mortuary.

she placed Pearson on the

needed

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin

troublesome part was the face.

was completely

Wilson for a photo

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

hands, Freya first set