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.

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

Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a pang

at Freya and Radley

family

Amy on the bed, “I’m

at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs where pregnant women should not participate

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

Wilson in Iternian.

that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him

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

clenched her

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered

we even have one last look

of the living and the dignity of

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

look at Freya, his

my son is not a

Wilson, you misunderstand 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

and Amy also looked up

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

son once again and allow Pearson to depart

on the bed,

at the

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly agreed.

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured, looking at Redley.

knew she

body would probably take a

brought Pearson to the mortuary.

she placed Pearson on the table, she

whole arm needed to be reconstructed.

be straightened, and the missing flesh

troublesome part was the face.

was completely

for a photo of Pearson.

leave, so only she and

Freya first set Wilson’s