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

Pearson’s name

bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone.

pang

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

for your help today. There are family matters

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

Freya’s

Florin has customs where pregnant women

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare

went to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

clenched her

assistant’s words and covered her face, crying.

one last look at

mortician cared for the emotions of the living

you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s embalmer.”

room fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at

suggestion, but my son is not

forensic medicine,

froze, and Amy also looked up at

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

see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart

bed, burst into tears.

He spoke 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

Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you really

towards her pregnant belly,

reassured, looking

knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

take a day and a

Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined him

whole arm needed to be reconstructed.

the missing flesh

most troublesome part was the face.

was completely

a photo of Pearson.

only she

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