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 little, but just

to mention Pearson’s name in front of Amy.

is gone. He doesn’t want his

a pang

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

help today. There are family matters and matters

Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

are pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant

conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

Wilson

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

find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and

even have one last look

the emotions of the

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

to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to hire the most. professional-”

University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also

also looked

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

see her son once again and allow Pearson to

on the bed,

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

vacation.

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

end, Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya,

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled

Freya reassured, looking at

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

take a day and a

brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined him

needed to

be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed

troublesome part

was completely “lost.”

for a photo of Pearson.

everyone to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the embalming room.

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set