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 finally calmed. down a little,

to mention Pearson’s name in front of

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

felt a pang of sadness.

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the room.

family matters and

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed,

Freya’s belly with

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

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

to Wilson

and even if they transported

find a mortician, but

tightly clenched her

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

we even have one last look at

the living

you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

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

Kaufmann, I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I

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

froze, and Amy also looked up at

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

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

bed,

assistant hesitated momentarily. He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a

vacation.

forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was not important.

the end, Wilson

turned cold. “Freya,

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and worry.

Freya reassured, looking at Redley.

did not care about any customs. She knew she

the body would probably take a

brought Pearson to

she placed Pearson on the table, she

needed to

to be straightened, and the

troublesome part was

was completely

for a photo of Pearson.

only she and Pearson remained in the embalming room.

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s