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.

Wilson and

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

a pang of sadness.

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in

you both for your help today. There are family matters and matters

looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs.

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s

customs where pregnant women

having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

to Wilson in

they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best

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

clenched her hands.

nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered

one

for the emotions of the living and the dignity

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

Wilson turned to look at

suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I

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

Amy also looked

more professional mortician in Caltun

once again

the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

pregnant belly, filled with

Freya reassured, looking at

not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant,

the body would probably take a day and a night.

Freya brought Pearson to

the table, she

needed to be reconstructed.

had to be straightened, and the

part was

face was

Wilson for a photo

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

embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed