No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 208 It’s Not Good for a Pregnant Woman to Do Such Things

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.

until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down

Pearson’s

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

felt a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya and

today. There are family

tightly, looking at Amy on

Freya’s belly with incredibly

has customs where pregnant

a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

they transported him back

mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician

clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her

even have

cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity of

said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his

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

with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician.

froze, and Amy also looked up

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

her son once again and allow Pearson to depart

the bed, burst into

that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson

turned cold.

pregnant belly, filled

fine,” Freya reassured,

customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

probably take a day and a

approval, Freya brought

Pearson on the table, she examined

needed to

the missing flesh and skin

troublesome part was

face was

asked Wilson for

everyone to leave, so only she

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

as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing