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 Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s

Pearson’s name in

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

a pang of sadness.

and Radley standing in the room.

There are family matters and matters of cooperation

on the

looking at Freya’s belly

heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women

rushed

assistant.

to Wilson in Iternian.

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

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

clenched her

words and covered her face,

can’t we even have one

of the

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

to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

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

degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer

Amy also looked up at

a more professional

son once again and allow Pearson to depart

bed, burst into

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

vacation.

leave” by

the end, Wilson reluctantly

“Freya, have

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

Freya reassured,

not care about any customs. She knew she

the body would probably take a day

Freya brought Pearson to

the table,

needed to be reconstructed.

to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to be replaced.

part

was completely “lost.”

for a photo of Pearson.

she and Pearson remained in

her hands, Freya first