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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a pang of sadness.

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

family matters and

on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs. Wilson-”

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs

foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would

to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw

tightly clenched

assistant’s words and covered her

can’t we even have one last

the living and the

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be

and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze

I appreciate your 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 professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange his

also looked up at

more

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

on the bed, burst

explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary

vacation.

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

Wilson reluctantly

turned cold. “Freya, have

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and worry.

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at

She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition

body would probably take

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought

she placed Pearson on the table,

arm needed to be reconstructed.

be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed

troublesome part was

was completely “lost.”

Wilson for a photo

leave, so only she and Pearson remained

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