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 calmed. down a

to mention Pearson’s name in

is gone. He doesn’t

a pang

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

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

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not

rushed

assistant.

Wilson in

they transported him

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

clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and covered her face,

even have one last look at him?”

of the living and

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

look at Freya, his gaze

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

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. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange

also looked up at

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

her son once again

the bed, burst

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

vacation.

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

Wilson reluctantly agreed.

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you really

belly, filled with deep concern and

Freya reassured,

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

would probably take

brought Pearson to

placed Pearson on the

needed to be

had to be straightened, and the

most troublesome part was the

was completely

asked Wilson for a photo of

she

hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm