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.

the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally

to mention Pearson’s name

is gone. He

pang of sadness.

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in

There are family matters

looking at Amy on

at Freya’s

heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate in such things.”

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

assistant.

to Wilson

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

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

tightly clenched

assistant’s words and covered her face,

can’t we even have one last

emotions of the living

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me,

turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion and anger.

suggestion, but my son is not

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

and Amy also

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

to let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson to

on the bed, burst into tears.

at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly agreed.

“Freya, have

belly, filled with deep concern and

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition

the body would probably take

Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined

needed

straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to be replaced.

most troublesome part was the

face was completely

Wilson for a

everyone to leave, so only she

in her hands, Freya first