My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

After her late-night meal, Freya returned to her room and freshened up before finally lying down on her bed.

Perhaps it was due to her long absence from the funeral parlor, but she felt uneasy today.

Gently caressing her abdomen, Freya couldn’t tell if it was due to her work or her current physical condition that caused her discomfort,

“Baby, both you and Mommy have had a tough day. You must grow up strong and healthy,” Freya murmured softly to her unborn child.

The next day.

Freya slept in until half-past ten in the morning. After getting up and freshening herself, she went downstairs for breakfast.

After breakfast, Freya lounged restlessly on the sofa, feeling rather bored.

She thought about visiting Wilson and Amy, but she hesitated. The couple had just lost their only son and needed the support of their close family. As a friend, Freya worried that her presence might be more of a burden than a solace.

She decided to send a message to Radley. ‘Did you visit Wilson after leaving my place yesterday?”

Within three seconds, Radley replied. ‘Yes, I did. Wilson mentioned that Pearson’s funeral will take place in Iternia. He wanted to invite both of us, but considering your health, I decided against it.

Freya sighed. “I understand.

Just as she put her phone down, a new message notification popped up.

‘Do you have time today? Aren’t you planning to thank me for helping to confront Stella?”

Freya stared at the message for a while before typing. Yes.

They agreed to meet at two-thirty in the afternoon.

After confirming the plans, Freya checked the group chat for “Striving for Humanity’s Reproduction!”

Since announcing the interview location, everyone had responded, and the interview was just a few days away.

Brisa would be returning from her trip soon, and Freya planned to ask her to stay in the lab.

after having lunch. By one o’clock, she got up again to freshen up and changed into a simple dress to

soon as her car left the Kaufmann Residence, it was swarmed by a group of reporters with microphones

was taken aback, looking at the crowd

had bothered her. So, what is all this

rolled down the car window, and

Vroria issued a public thank-you letter to you. The Iternia royal family also released a statement expressing their gratitude for professional dedication and efforts. What

She had no

so many of them surrounding her car and numerous photographers present, she could only roll down the

something urgent to attend to right now, and I can’t grant interviews. As for what you mentioned, it’s just part of my

lead reporter hesitated for a few moments. “It’ll only take a few minutes

helplessly at the reporters behind him. I don’t have much time for all of you. I have urgent

drove toward the Monaghan Group. Once she arrived, she

Iternia, and all she did was prepare Pearson’s remains, yet she never expected such an overwhelming show

news reports, a

consistently advocated for the mortician profession. There were numerous misconceptions about this line of work in the public’s perception,

was forbidden to say farewell, sometimes not even allowed to shake hands. Freya had even heard stories of morticians’ friends

reading the news, Freya finally got out of the car and called Radley.

“I’m here.”

came through calmly. “I’ll be right down to

Monaghan Group

“Where’s Connor?”

he didn’t,” Radley replied

her tongue. “Connor

on Radley’s composed face as he looked at the

take my

“Alright.”

Freya to a

did you bring me here?” Freya

of time before dinner, and I thought you could accompany me to buy something.” Radley turned to Freya. “Since