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.

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

to mention Pearson’s name

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

a pang of sadness.

and

you both for your help today. There are family matters and matters of

at Amy on the bed, “I’m

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

that Florin has customs where pregnant women

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

understood that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare his appearance.

the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability

clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words

have one last look

the living and

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

turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

not a toy.

“Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic

and Amy also looked up at Freya.

more professional mortician in Caltun than

to let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson

bed, burst

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

vacation.

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

end, Wilson

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

belly, filled with deep concern and

Freya reassured,

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

body would probably take a day and

brought

Pearson on the table, she examined him

whole arm needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin

most troublesome part

face was completely “lost.”

Wilson for a photo

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

Freya