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, but just a

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a pang

and

There are family matters and matters of

clenched her hands tightly, looking at Amy on the

looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs where pregnant women should

when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

Wilson

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

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

clenched her hands.

assistant’s words

one

for the emotions of the living and the dignity

said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me,

silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

is not a toy. I need to hire

University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I

froze, and Amy also looked up at

more professional

again and allow Pearson

bed, burst

heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly agreed.

cold. “Freya, have you

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and worry.

reassured, looking at

not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

the body would probably take

brought Pearson

the

arm needed

straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part

face was

a photo of Pearson.

only she and Pearson remained in the embalming

fluid in her hands, Freya