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.

and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little,

Pearson’s name in front of Amy.

“Pearson is gone. He

felt a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

your help today. There are family

looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m

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

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

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson in Iternian.

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

a mortician, but the mortician

tightly clenched

the assistant’s words and covered

we even have one last

of the living and the dignity

you trust me, I want to be

to look at Freya, his gaze showing

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

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

also looked up

more professional mortician in Caltun than me.

again and

bed,

Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that

Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have you really

her pregnant belly, filled

Freya reassured, looking at

She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

would probably take a day and

approval, Freya brought Pearson to

the table, she

arm needed

and the missing flesh and skin needed to be

most troublesome part was the

face was completely

a

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

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