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.

hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down

to mention Pearson’s name in

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He

felt a pang of sadness.

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

family matters

tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs

when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in Iternian.

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

mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their

tightly clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered

we even have one

the living and

and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

to look at Freya, his

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

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. I believe Pearson

and Amy also looked up at Freya.

more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

to let Amy see her son once again

bed, burst into

in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was currently on

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly agreed.

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

towards her pregnant belly, filled

Freya reassured, looking

any customs. She knew she

the body would probably take a day

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to the mortuary.

Pearson on the table, she examined him closely.

needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing

part

face was

a photo

leave, so only she

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