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 calmed. down a

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his mom

felt a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation

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

looking at Freya’s belly with

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

when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This

assistant.

to Wilson in

even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare his appearance.

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability

clenched her

assistant’s words and covered her

we even have one last look at him?”

the emotions of the living and

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

turned to look at Freya,

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

and said, “Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and

froze, and Amy also looked

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

once again and allow Pearson to depart in peace.”

on the bed,

in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most

vacation.

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

end, Wilson reluctantly

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

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

reassured, looking at Redley.

customs. She knew she was

body would probably take a day and a

brought Pearson to the

placed Pearson on the table, she examined him

arm needed

and the missing flesh and skin needed

most troublesome part

face was completely

for a photo of Pearson.

asked everyone to leave, so only she

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm