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.

Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is

felt a pang

at Freya

both for your help today. There are family matters and

looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

Freya’s belly

has customs where pregnant

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it

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

tightly clenched her

heard the assistant’s words

have

emotions of the living and the dignity of

tightened her grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze

is not a toy. I

and 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

also looked up

a more professional mortician in Caltun

once again and allow Pearson to depart in

bed, burst into

hesitated momentarily. He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold.

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured,

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

would probably take a day and

brought Pearson to

the table, she examined

whole arm needed to be

areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin

part was

was completely

Wilson for

so only she

her hands, Freya

a mask and gloves as she began to