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.

until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little,

one dared to mention Pearson’s

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

a pang of

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

family matters and matters of cooperation to

her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

heard that Florin has customs where pregnant

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson in Iternian.

if they transported him back to Iternia,

but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw

clenched her hands.

words and

one last look

cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity

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

fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

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

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

froze, and Amy also

turned serious. “There won’t be a more professional mortician

once again and allow

the bed, burst into tears.

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

vacation.

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

Wilson

cold. “Freya,

shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition was extremely

would probably take

brought Pearson to the

she placed Pearson on the

arm needed

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to

part was the

face was

a

only she

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed